That black, speckled orb - she,
Dusted in delicate and misshapen halos,
Was an unmatched glory
To behold from the dewy, blue midnight grass
While her universe's buzzing cadence overpowered the stereo.
Sparks and smoke begged to flee, pluming
Towards this bent gem's black blanket.
The base of the fire blazed, overheating the
Encircling creatures of its control
Who crawled around on the emerald grass,
Tossing away empty poisons,
Glazing their gaze into the same celestial dots.
In her beauty came mania; their hot strokes
And frothy cheilion ravaged her empire.
The sooty smog soon built its dome,
Impounding us in this ring of fire.
I pressed my sober eyes -
Harder and harder, the bass dipped down,
The drums' echo pounded,
Her universe screamed and sank.
Then, crafting young galaxies with rubies and ravens,
Extinguishing all cinders with crystalline tears,
I retreated, surrendered, to this new, black orb.
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