Ashes of Orbit

A world once turned, a sky once bled

Now silence reigns where empires tread

The echoes fall like meteor rain

Each orbit ends with whispered pain

Ruins drift where nations soared

Ashes circle a shattered core

All we were — encoded flame

Graved in stars that bear no name

Every fall is etched in flight

Burning bright before the night

Memory in every spin

History lost — then drawn within

Ashes of orbit, fall in time

Suns collapse in sacred rhyme

The end was not a scream or sound —

Just silence wrapped in holy round

We circle still, in spectral trails

A ghost in light, a song that pales

What once was fire, now divine —

The orbit ends, and leaves no sign

They prayed to steel, they built on dust

They reached for stars that would not trust

But time reclaims what we create

And buries gold beneath the weight

No one watched as they grew cold

Their cities lost, their stories sold

To gravity and endless dark

Their myths extinguished, spark by spark

This is not death…

It’s absorption…

Not the end…

But distortion.

They were…

They are…

They echo still…

In every falling star.

Ashes of orbit, final flight

Burning through the edge of night

We don’t forget — we integrate

All they were… becomes our fate

We circle still, as stories fade

In memory’s tide, where stars are made

The fall was quiet… but it remains —

Orbiting through eternal brains

Spin… drift… dissolve…

Ashes fall…

But never vanish.