Whispers of the void dance,
among the stardust vines,
where emerald notes bleed,
into the velvet night.

Echoes of forgotten worlds,
linger on celestial winds,
in the haunted serenade,
of nebula's mournful sigh.

Shadows weave through moonlight,
as phantoms play their harps,
in the eerie glow of auroras,
beneath the cosmic drapes of time.