Adrift in Forgotten Orbits

Drifting through the silence, where the echoes never fade, In the shadow of the starlight, their memories are laid. A station lies abandoned, its hull worn thin by time, No voices left to echo, no signals left to chime. The lights have long stopped blinking, the engines turned to rust, And all that's left are whispers, lost in cosmic dust. Forgotten orbits, shadows in the night, Where the dreams of pioneers vanished out of sight. Their stories linger, etched in broken steel, A haunting kind of silence, where time will never heal. The docking bays are empty, the airlocks frozen tight, Yet somewhere in the darkness, there's a flicker of light. A beacon still repeating, its cry forever weak, A signal from the vanished, with no one left to speak. Forgotten orbits, shadows in the night, Where the dreams of pioneers vanished out of sight. Their stories linger, etched in broken steel, A haunting kind of silence, where time will never heal. They reached for constellations, but gravity pulled them down, The stars they chased so brightly now wear a spectral crown. These ruins tell a story of hope and bitter ends, Of adventurers turned phantoms, lost to space's bends. The cargo holds are hollow, the halls are cold and bare, And yet a phantom presence feels heavy in the air. A photograph lies scattered, its faces blurred and grey, A snapshot of the living, who've long since slipped away. Through fractured viewports staring, at stars that never fade, A monument of failure, where once ambition played. Their voices now are silence, their dreams adrift in space, And still the ruins hover, a cold and empty place. Forgotten orbits, shadows in the night, Where the dreams of pioneers vanished out of sight. Their stories linger, etched in broken steel, A haunting kind of silence, where time will never heal. Beneath the rust and shadow, the whispers intertwine, A history of wanderers left outside of time. Their bravery forgotten, their fate a quiet fall, Yet still their silent courage echoes through it all. Forgotten orbits, shadows in the night, Where the dreams of pioneers vanished out of sight. Their stories linger, etched in broken steel, A haunting kind of silence, where time will never heal. Lost in forgotten orbits, they linger in the void, Their legacy a question, their fate left to avoid. So drift on, silent traveler, where stars forever gleam, And know the ghosts of those before still wander through the dream.