In the twilight of my celestial heart,
I weave a tapestry of cosmic winds.
Stardust, my daughter, flees upon
the fragile whispers of ancient echoes.

Vast seas of light, once strong,
now wane beneath the weight of time,
cradling my luminescence in tender embrace,
a driftwood adrift on the current of oblivion.

Hear the murmurs of my final breath,
a serenade sung by a million dying embers.
Each pulse, a year, each year, a universe
collapsing upon itself in silence.

Embrace the void where I once thrived,
where warmth shall never touch again,
an eternal twilight wrapped around
my remnants, a ghost in the cosmos.