The stars weep harmonies etched in silver tears,
Their lullabies, unfurling like moths from the chrysalis of dark.
A tendril of soulbound whispers dances through the void,
Interstellar hymns woven from silk and shadow.
Through veils of nebulae, gothic motifs bloom,
Palatial crescendos in crypt-like silence,
Cryptic texts forgotten by the fallen light,
Eclipses murmuring the ancient, resounding Truth.
Hang within spiraled sands the galaxies’ breath,
Emerald echoes flash across the midnight’s embrace.
A star's wink, a bong-splashed moment in eternity,
Lies the effulgent weave of cosmic refrain.
Wander, daughter of cerulean dusk;
Bind stringed wishes to where shadows alight,
Rooms of perpetual dusk in radiant twilight —
Thus shall Petra's song etch fate’s starlit night.