Beneath the shroud of night’s velvet embrace,
Stars waltz upon an oppressive sphere.
Their gleam a hollow jest,
A chorus of silent screams,
Engulfing the mournful echoes of forgotten dreams.
Between the fields vast and unyielding,
Lies a path woven with perishing starlight.
Where shadows, weary and cold,
Dissonantly harmonize,
With the symphony of the void.
Behold the cosmic graveyard,
Where celestial bodies linger in eternal slumber,
Each a token of the eternal night’s embrace,
A testament, a lament,
To the dreams that dared to drift among the heavens.