Dust. Collapse.
A spiral drawn.
Darkness bent.
The stars were born.
Arms uncoiled.
Matter burned.
Form endured,
pattern secured.

Fusion struck.
Gases fled.
Iron rained.
Carbon spread.
Clustered fields,
records stay.
Turning sealed,
marks obey.

Halos touched.
Collisions carved.
Edges broke.
New arms starved.
Gravity pulled.
Chaos swayed.
From the wreck,
a larger flame.

Voids between.
Holes that drink.
Light withdrawn.
Shadows think.
Hidden mass.
Threads remain.
Dark retains,
what fire contained.

Stars grow old.
Fuel is done.
Forges fall.
Fires none.
Arms grow thin.
Whispers stay.
Song decays,
to ash and grey.

Black holes fade.
Night is bare.
Radiance gone.
No orbit there.
Yet I remain,
folded flame.
Darkness vast
the given Name.