poetry, Writing

Supernova

Interstellar interceptions
From far off galaxies
Aliens’ waxen complexions
Trying to glimpse our realities

Space wars exploding
Thunder in the void
Astral fibers snapping
Earthlings paranoid

Stars collapsing
Planets implode
Minstrels composing melodies
To fit the poet’s ode

The universe is purging
The end of all is near
Expelling the poison from its tissues
All life is gripped with fear

Reaching a crescendo
Of decibels so high
The battle raging on
Drowns out the living’s cries

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