A vow was sworn where night lay thin,
A breath composed in astral skin.
The constellations traced its creed,
Yet stars dissolve in time’s cold bleed.

The sky once burned in silver trust,
Now draped in silence, rimmed in dust.
The oath still lingers, pale, unseen,
A whisper carved in what has been.

Yet even vows the void consumes,
Still murmur low in distant plumes.
For stars may fall, but light remains,
A covenant in stellar veins.

And though the universe may fray,
Some words outlive the dying day.
A promise made in cosmic fire,
Still flickers on, still won’t retire.