Down through the spiraled, spangled, vast abyss,He plummeted, a scorched and silent spark;The constellations hissed their artifice,Leaving his incandescent spirit dark.His iridescent wings, now charred and frail,Dissolved like gossamer in solar wind;The galaxies composed a funereal wail,For the bright god who’d let his vision rescind.The atmospheres of carbonized remains,Choked the symphonic breath of ancient light;While iron-heavy, subterranean rains,Drowned the last vestiges of celestial sight.Stripped of his luster, cast in mortal clay,The master of the stars begins his day.
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