Before a 
 long  hand could 
cross a face
 Heaven's Great
General fell.
   Plowed under
in shifts of
   red fury spiraling
across space
 To the Delta of
gas and dust that 
gather as gravity grows
an embryo below the
frost line
Then, in time.
The skies burst with
 brightest light
then gone traveling
for eons on an 
endless mission
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