a graveyard of dead cosmos
littered by the trails of whispering stars going cold
turning dark in a fading night sky
illuminated by the faint glow of a black hole
massive against this empty space
that used to be cluttered with celestial bodies
beautiful and bright and full of stardust
but all this beauty must come to an end
and we must face the darkness
and let our bones decay into the ground
our silence against an ever changing world
never to be seen or heard
much like the dying stars
in a graveyard of dead cosmos
