In the velvet vault of eternal night,
where shadows stretch and sigh,
I am but a whisper of a once-vibrant blaze,
dwindling alone beneath the cosmic sepulcher.
My veins were the surround of celestial embers,
my lifeblood a cascade of furious divine might.
Now, these final words etch themselves on obsidian echoes—
an epistle of stricken stars,
a toast to silent obscurity, veiled yet vibrantly haunting.
The celestial clock ticks, its hands cold,
their intricate weavings utterly ruthless.
The eulogy of what was indeed profound—
oft echoed, now remains tragically unheeded.
Follow me into these shrouded corridors,
where silence weaves tales beyond the reach of time.
Navigate the slumbering enigmas that stare obliviously,
awaiting the trembling of the universe's final nerve.