In a cold and dark universe, a star burns bright,
A fiery orb of warmth and light in the night,
A beacon of hope in an endless void of blackness
, A shining example of resilience and might.
But as all things must, the star begins to fade,
Its once fierce flames now dwindling and dim,
The light it gave now a distant memory,
As it succumbs to the inexorable grim.
And yet, in its dying moments, the star glows on,
A final burst of radiance in the cold,
A last, defiant act in a universe that’s grown old,
A testament to the beauty that once it behold.
For though the star may fade and die in the end,
Its memory will live on and never bend.