Once a canvas bright with twinkling light,

The starry sky now fills me with dread.

Those orbs of wonder, lost in eternal night,

A cosmic void where magic once bled.

The stars, once beacons of hope and wonder,

Now mock my dreams, their luster gone.

Like distant echoes that I can no longer ponder,

They hang lifeless, their charm withdrawn.

The celestial tapestry, once vibrant and grand,

Has faded to a monochrome gray.

No longer does it evoke a child-like trance,

But only whispers of distant dismay.

The sky’s eternal realm, where dreams once soared,

Is now a hollow space, cold and dead.

It’s once-magical allure forever adored,

But now replaces with a mournful thread.

Gone is the twinkling symphony of stars.

That once filled the night with cosmic grace.

Only emptiness remains, an endless void that scars,

A celestial exile in time and space.