Oh magnetar empyreal
of Norma constellation small,
with spin that's slow, mysterial
in supernova remnant sprawl
where at its center you are found
ten thousand light-years from the Earth,
for decades you have been renowned
not only for your tiny girth
because of being so compact
but also magnetism strong.
You're highly magnetized in fact
with period of spinning long
which makes a pulsar with your pace
one of the most extreme amid
procellous seas of outer space
observed in charted astro-grid.
They say about you, magnetar,
by X-ray telescopes discerned,
that you're a type of neutron star,
or so the scientists have learned,
created by collapsing throe
of supergiant star immense
from weight of gravity de trop
which left your core supremely dense.
Detected via ‘Chandra' reach,
in Sanskrit meaning ‘shining', ‘moon',
your properties have much to teach
through X-ray vision's extra boon.
You drew me to your pulsing source
like lighthouse beaconing its beam
as if by captivating force
within the pictured color scheme.
It's said that you are young at heart
perhaps with secrets still untold,
perplexities to stump Descartes.
What further wonders do you hold?
Researchers of the cosmic stream
are seeking verities to know,
yet things are seldom as they seem
and evermore shall be it so.
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