Out from space and time,
an ice ball comes out of the darkness,
then speeds towards the light,
it's tail grows longer,
it is going to be it's last,
burst of brightness,
Ison is now gone,
succumbed to the heat,
the pull of gravity,
to great ball of sol,
the great giver of life.
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