Chapter XI: Complication
From the core, the sun has dimmed,
The system is alerted,
But it begins to glow rimmed,
Back to normal asserted.
As he now seeks confidence,
Something is not as before,
As a troop steps with cadence,
Steps out of it to explore.
A nebula starts to burst,
As the stars light up the void,
Mesmerizing like the first,
Shines to improve, not avoid.
But as the day breaks the night,
The light flickers and again,
A bird with no wings for flight,
Struggles to achieve and then.
Something of which then appears,
A gaping black hole as ill,
Large chunks of debris and spheres,
Like green fluid has to spill.
From learning then straight to bed,
From studying to confined,
It is not all in his head,
But straight from out of his kind.
Like a stick just laying there,
Nor did he have had visits,
But trying to fight with care,
Wishes no harm to who sits.
Like the sun would as red,
Red giant and so begins,
Not a life care or have heard,
Nor see it because of sins.
But the fuel still remains,
Fires and hydrogen still burns,
As the spirit fights and rains,
A chance of survival turns.
The core of it then weakens,
But struggles to fight with care,
As hope would light the beacons,
Should have just turned bright and fair.