The Clay And The Stardust
The Clay And The Stardust
Fire bombs all around,
bursts, of neon, of crimson,
and blue Hue fill the Galactic air!
Meteor bursts every where!
Pools of Galactic beings horrified and dying!
Their Queen crying.
Then there was a blast!
The Queen was flying unto the Galaxy,
her body is a star,
shining in the midnight, black sky.
At first she thought it folly,
is there not a one help for me?
She thought of herself just floating,
until she couldn't stop.
Doth, they know their Queen in despair?
Doth if any could hear?
She keeps falling leaving her homeland,
in thr 3rd galaxian strip.
She leaned, over and tipped.
She went into, a portal.
She went into time.
She fainted, as she floated,
She awoke, to the 1st galaxy.
She was in the 3rd solar system,
headed for the 3rd planet.
She didn't know at that time.
She was, really sent there,
for her safety,
by the Ultimate Guardian of Galaxies,
Who doth patrol all systems,
and that gives life.
He felt pity for the Queen, and spared her life!
She was also needed in that system.
She saw herself,
the strange sky,
Its weird looking globe.
She knew she would not make it.
She crashed! The impact was so
, hard, but alas she is a falling star.
The fall grounded,
her, into a pile of stardust.
She was broken,
but still shining.
The Ultimate Guardian,
saw her and while,
She lay faint,
he breathe his lips,
and breathed life to her.
While, she still lay faint.
He took up, the clay of the earth,
and worked it, into her stardust remains.
He sculpted her, in this galaxy existence, of her hereditary line of 3.
Here, in this system,
that number is 3 for mankind eternity.
He sculpted her for hours,
for he made man of just clay,
but man needed,
to become eternal being and she could help.
She, was, still asleep, but finally awoke.
She was laying,
on her back looking up,
from where she came.
She felt like she was a flower.
She felt like she had come from seeds.
To be continued.............
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