In shadows bold, where galaxies retire,
The quill of night tassel whispers a tale,
Her ink—an aurora, temperature of fire.
Inside a supernova, lone dreams sail.
Stars laugh, in zephyrs, echo Valhallan glee,
Whilst comets compose their ironic dirge.
Moonbeams hum sonatas in key for eternity,
Hercules chortles, bold figures emerge.
A paradox spins, ephemeral husk distinct,
What fools these mortals tread, upon dust transformed!
Up in the night’s theatre, woefully succinct,
This cosmic epic—calculated and adorned.