Beyond the veil of time's last whisper,
where breath embers defy the void,
ancient verses etched upon the firmament,
the stardust echoes of a song long adored.
Here lies the supernova's lament,
an aria of atomic grace,
cradled in the arms of spatial silence,
as light yearns to fracture yet finds solace.
Once a forge of celestial bloom,
now a relic wrapped in the night’s embrace;
its vestige a palimpsest of shadows,
scribbling on the dark its final trace.
O radiant pulse, fading ember,
your legacy spirals on cosmic winds.
Ode to oblivion, sonnet of the end,
in whispers, a universe rescinds.
Dance in the afterglow of your brilliance,
as the tapestry of now unravels anew.
Brother to the nebulous solitude,
a tapestry woven of cosmic blue.
And in these last verses, we remain,
guardians of your ethereal refrain.
Farewell sung in the silence of infinity,
an echo we shall cherish in the void’s domain.
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