Teardrops of Entropy

  Worlds spin about a dying star,

  A silent troupe of dancers in the void,

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  Fearing not that nova flame

  Shall inevitably destroy.

  And so the astronomer will look up and smile

  At the cold majesty of boundless sky

  From such distance he sees just beauty

  While the victims wonder why.

  Yet worry not life’s discontent,

  It’s born of fears unseen,

  And though chaos shall strive forevermore

  ‘tis just grey pallor to beauty’s dream.