Petals and Stars

  

Under the void stars crumble to dust,  
hands tremble as petals tear softly,  
the air hums with the weight of endings.  

One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.  
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.  
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.  

Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,  
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.  

Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...  
Hope burns like a distant fading ember  
and the world waits, fragile and undone.