Fading Stars: A Symphony of Sadness

In the deep expanse of midnight's embrace,

Where dreams dance on a canvas of space,

A symphony of sadness softly plays,

Amongst the tapestry of fading stars' arrays.

Once, they shone with a celestial light,

Guiding souls through the darkest of night,

But time, relentless, takes its toll,

And now their brilliance begins to fold.

Each twinkling ember, once so bright,

Now flickers weakly, losing its might,

As sorrow's gentle tendrils intertwine,

Their essence wanes, like a distant sign.

Oh, the stories they could tell,

Of lovers' whispers and secrets they'd compel,

Of ancient wisdom and cosmic rhyme,

Lost now in the passage of time.

Their melodies, once vibrant and clear,

Now echo softly, tinged with a tear,

And as their luminescence slowly fades,

A symphony of sadness, the universe pervades.

Yet, even as their light grows dim,

Hope flickers within, a tiny hymn,

For though the stars may lose their gleam,

Their spirit lingers, forever supreme.

So, let us cherish the fading stars above,

And honor their legacy, rooted in love,

For within their melancholic refrain,

Lies the beauty of impermanence, we gain.

In this symphony of sadness we find,

A bittersweet truth, profoundly kind,

That life's fleeting moments, like stars on high,

Can illuminate our souls, before they say goodbye.