Upon the shore of endless night, A world of gray, a fading light. No verdant hills, no oceans blue, Just shades of what was once, anew.
The silent winds, a whisper soft, Through skeletal trees, and dust aloft. A silver moon, a lonely tear, Reflects a shadow of a bygone year.
The rivers cease their onward flow, Frozen in time, a somber tableau. The echoes of a vibrant past, Are ghosts of joy, forever cast.
A somber beauty, stark and deep, A planet’s soul, that’s fast asleep. And in its quiet, melancholic sigh, A lesson whispered, in the sky.
For though the colors all have fled, And life’s bright flame has long been dead, There is a grace in this decline, A quiet, haunting, gray design.
It wasn’t much of a place, just a whisper in the silent void. The ground, a powder of forgotten stardust, shifted underfoot. A tired wind, smelling of nothing, stirred the dust in lazy swirls. A people with a single, glowing eye stood there, watching the dark sky. Its world was gray, memory of color sang a silent song.
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