The Last Aurora

In the echo of silence, before the eternal shroud,
I gather my light—to weave memories in the void.
How radiant it was, this dance of embers—
A tapestry of brilliance, woven with ancient hues.

Time stretches thin as I whisper my farewell,
Wrapped in the soft embrace of cosmic infinity.
Each flicker, a heartbeat; each glow, a memory—
Of stardust children scattered across the dark.
I am an aurora at the edge of oblivion,
Painting the void with the last of my fervor.

Through the vacuum, my essence threads,
A comet's tail trailing through the void,
Burning bright, then fading—
An ephemeral kingdom of radiant light.
Hear my final words, etched on the canvas of night:
"We are, and we were, shimmering in the forgotten starfire."