Within the burning heart of molten rocks,
Great pressures forced your brilliance to shine;
Inclusions marred your body with their pocks,
A brownish hue now laced with olivine.
Before you ever had a chance to grow,
An interstellar pileup set you free;
Thrown out into a cold and blank tableau,
An empty, unforgiving, blackened sea.
Across this bare horizon you now soared,
A witness to the newly forming spheres;
Your loneliness attracted you toward
Our warm embrace with burning, final tears.
We gather up your dust amongst the sand,
All that remains for what you once had planned.
Across this bare horizon you now soared.
This is a Shakespearian Sonnet, inspired by recent research which
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