The Supernova:a symbolic poem

An unfathomable storm, 

Swooped all away, 

Unfeebled and succumbed, 

The eeried matters gave its way. 

So dark, so unreal, 

With the past devastated, and the future unclear;

Some sturdy pieces and some irked gases, 

Still survived the turbulence, 

To create brilliance from ashes. 

They came together, 

And stirred hard;

Were welcomed with fireballs, 

And tried to be torn apart, 

But none could deter that epitome of will, 

From securing a place in every inquisitive heart. 

The fledging bird flew, 

To become the king of the sky, 

Its glittery twinkle reigned in our world-famous tales, 

And this nebula became the curiosity of every telescope passing by. 

But not all the shining faces, 

Reflect what the heart says, 

And not all those starry nights, 

Are able to give abode to the wandering bluejays. 

And the few to sigh, 

That was better for the twinklers in the sky, 

Were ignorant that behind that shine, 

The deep core of the night's knight, 

Was burning and struggling for yet another fight. 

And after a journey so long, 

The erstwhile motivation of weary souls, 

Retires with a Supernova, 

Contented after accomplishing all its goals. 

But neither was it the end of its legacy, 

Nor a golden chance for its allies to prove their supremacy;

'Cause one Supernova gives birth to

Millions and millions 

Of new astonishing twinklers.