In the cosmos vast, where stars ignite,
Death dances silently, veiled in night.
Like galaxies that spin and whirl,
It whispers secrets to each pearl.

Celestial bodies, they too must fade,
As mortal lives in shadows laid.
From black holes' grasp to nebula's birth,
A cycle of life and death on Earth.

Like comets' trails that streak and gleam,
Life's fleeting moments, a transient dream.
In the cosmic tapestry, we play our part,
A dance with destiny, where death does start.

Yet in the twilight's shimmering gleam,
A promise lingers, a guiding beam.
For though we return to stardust's embrace,
Our legacy thrives in time and space.

So let us embrace the cosmic tide,
Where galaxies merge and stars collide.
For in this grand design, we find rebirth,
As death and life entwine on this cosmic berth.


© thecryingchild