Potshots of Fate

Whispered echoes,
collapsing in silence,
radiant embers sigh
across the void.

Cruel lustre seeks
its undelivered prophecy,
unraveling light's
momentary grasp
upon destiny.

Fissures, fleeting now,
reign upon
the once-busy stellar
alleyways —
Stars converse briefly,
in dying flickers.

Discover cosmic mainframes — the dreams' spectres.

A paradox lingers;
survivors of
disdainclad verses,
destined for oblivion,
seemingly indifferent.

Welcome the echoes of expiry — silent navigators.