In the womb of stars, where shadows bleed solace,
a feathered ghost hums its mournful lullaby.
Nebula cradle—where hymns of silence aspire,
to pierce the pallid veil of heaven's agony.
Wings whisper secrets of celestial decay,
intertwined with the songs of forgotten light.
The crimson comet weeps for realms unseen,
fostering life in the ashes of oblivion.
Symbiotic paradoxes hidden in twilight,
hunger and feast in the same breath they share.
Darkness enchants the luminescent waltz;
harmony and discord embrace in a morose dance.