I am the ember cradle,
a whisper spun from stellar dust,
casting shadows on eternal dreams,
where silence stitches the veil of time.
Below, galaxies bloom in sorrow,
their petals of fire seek solace
as I scatter the last grain of light,
nurturing night with sacred lore.
Listen, sweet earthbound souls,
to the hymn I weave in twilight’s embrace,
for every note is a fragment of me,
dying in the ashes of unseen horizons.
In my final dance, I will cradle
the sleepy kiss of dawn on your field,
as I surrender to the tender night breeze,
transforming my brilliance into cosmic ink.