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For my foxy Chrissy: Supernovas glowing bright,

In this flowing mass of perfect space.

Suns and moons provide the light,

To the universe, so full of grace.



Crashing meteor showers reign supreme,

In this tentative structure of a world.

The vivid colors straight out of one’s dream,

Interplanetary combat amidst ultra-nationalistic flags unfurled.



Shooting star, you’re the hero,

Straight out of some 17th century novel.

When this planet’s life clock has neared zero,

Will you save the day or will you weakly grovel?



Celestial visions flood your blurry sight,

As you slowly stagger back to your feet.

Become Galahad; fight on, great knight,

Your love’s life is on the line, there’s no time to give in to defeat.



Shooting star, your orbital aura brings evil to its knees,

Extragalactic nebula’s number one son.

You’re the legend; you’re as quick as the breeze.

You’re the paladin; you can never be outdone.



Your fabled legend proves to be just too much,

For the Mephistophelean phantom of death.

The omnipotent essence of love has come through in the clutch,

You’re the paragon of virtue until your very last breath.



Shooting star, you’ve saved us all,

Nonpareil of benefaction, statues are erected in your name.

Every single living creature, both big and small,

Pays homage to you, you altruistic, perpetual flame.