Wading the cold,
jeweled darkness--
wrapped in her own
incandescence--
a fire-maned spirit
surges across
the final night--
scaled beyond
common perception.
Galactic spirals
ignite--tracks
across an
endless abyss.
Desolate, forlorn,
forsaken by the
Chaos-born,
her voiceless cry
wings away,
desperate to bridge
the terrible expanse
of ordered space.
Chronos alone
will bring her home
as entropy reels in
a bloated cosmos--
compressing her prison
into a last fading glimmer
at the heart of anarchy.
Until then,
her comet tears
will scar the void
in exile.
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