From the gaping mouth of sorrow
where nebulae swirl in whispers,
vast echoes of an uncaring void
weave tapestries of forgotten brilliance.
Linger not in the clutch of darkness,
for starlight burns under distant chasms,
illuminating the cold breath
of an universe in timeless dance.
There is music in the void
a symphony too rare to cradle,
yet each note a beacon
flickering against the oblivion's tempest.