In the whispers of the void,
I sing my final cradle song,
A dirge woven in threads of starlight,
The crescendo of ages, silent yet loud.
Cadences of a million epochs,
Dance upon the dimming spark,
A eulogy in cosmic waltz,
My luminescence embarks on eternal sleep.
Do you hear the echoes?
An orb of memory bound in shadow,
Each note a tale etched in fire,
A ballet of breathless twilight.
Stars blink at the bitter close,
The tapestry torn by time's relentless grasp,
And I, the ancient keeper,
Weep only in the void's gentle moan.