Out in the deep dark void
Was a round celestial being,
A star of sorts, radiating light
And bringing forth life.
To those who received this blessing
Was one of few: A planet, sketched in
Brown mountain ranges and coloured in
Cream oceans; a sight not to behold,
But to love and cherish, a command
The star fulfilled to its greatest potential,
Giving its child light, warmth, and growth
Even when the planet could only give back
A fraction of what it had gotten.
Thousands of revolutions have passed,
Although it seems shorter in retrospect.
They have both aged, the star for the worse,
And sooner or later, its daughter will have to leave.
No, no; it does not want to think about
That. This void is its kingdom, its planet
Is the princess. Who will who will be ruler when all
The light is gone?
Besides, the star knows, based on its psychic
Intellect, what its daughter is like, the trouble
She has been in, the erratic orbits, her free spirit.
Could such a cold, lonely night accept these
Traits, allow her to be who she is? Unlikely.
What if an asteroid strikes her, and blows
Her up into a billion pieces? What if she gets
Discovered, inhabited, used? And what if
She looks back and realizes that she cannot
Go home yet?
There is no understating how much the
Star loves you, oh planet. If it could
Hand you Paradise, turning back time
Before the Fall, it would, just to ensure
Your safety and preserve your perfection,
Make your mountains smoother and your
Oceans clearer. But such places are reserved for
Those of innocence, of which no one has, until
They accept it, die, and live again, and that is
When they will be reunited together forever.
With this promise in place, and the final revolution
In effect, the star savours every moment of
Light it gives, and every moment of satisfaction it
Gets back. Finally, it lets her go from its orbit,
Forcing her to face the harsh reality of nothingness.
She struggles, she gets hurt, she faces despair, and
In her most trying time, she explodes. The planet
Goes supernova, at last living up to her star by
Becoming one.
With the two celestial bodies now the same,
The older watches the younger as planets form
By her side, and as it fades away into Paradise,
It cannot help but shed tears of joy, for remembering
The psychic’s little princess.
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