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 Like distant echoes that I can no longer ponder, They hang lifeless, their charm withdrawn.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.