The Last Star

When silence swallows the final gleam,

And night unfolds its vast, dark dream,

Humanity gazes with weary eyes,

Searching for hope in the dying skies.

Every burnt-out ember is a story told,

Of battles fought, of hearts bold.

The last star, the beacon in the abyss,

Holding its ground where shadows kiss.

Its fragile fire defies the end,

A promise of light that time won't bend.

Cosmic winds carry whispers faint,

Of heroe's deeds and lover's plaint

The void encroaches,the silence grows

Yet the star's light forever glows

In the endless void, its pulse endures,

A testament that life ensures.

And when the universe begins to rest,

The last star shines with a silent crest.

As galaxies crumble, the star remains,

A glowing ember amidst time's chains.

Its final spark, a message clear,

That even in darkness, light draws near.