In twilight's waning embrace, I dwell,
Upon the verge of a fading spell,
Where whispers of time, like secrets untold,
Unveil the tale of a fragment so bold.

'Twas an ancient verse from a bygone age,
Written with ink of celestial sage,
Where galaxies danced and stars did sing,
In language divine, enchanting spring.

Within these lines, a universe lay,
A symphony of colors in cosmic ballet,
Celestial bodies adorned the page,
A tapestry woven in stardust's embrace

But as eons passed and empires fell,
The parchment aged, its edges did swell,
Till one fateful day, the last fragment stood,
A witness to epochs, a piece of the good.

Its ink, now faded, whispered tales of yore,
Of lovers entwined on an ethereal...