I witnessed a star die out in a grandiose Explosion

It was a catastrophe, but from it comes Creation.

Something can always be found in Destruction

Is what my mother tells me. It was Beautiful

With the explosion, lights came Cascading

And danced around me, it was Dream-like

There was something about that Dream-Like

State that changed me.  My emotions an Explosion

Of feelings radiating and Cascading

Through me. I wanted to be the one in charge of Creation

So that I could create and capture something as Beautiful.

Before that beauty, of course, was Destruction

With such a vicious charge I made my Destruction

This sent me into another Dream-Like state

I craved to see the lights, so Beautiful

That I could replicate with my Explosion

After all, I was in charge of Creation

I knew I could send the stars Cascading

And with them Cascading

My drive for Destruction

Fading, Just wanting my Creation

To come to fruition, My Dream-like

State back, I had my own Explosion

But alas, it didn’t create something Beautiful

All I wanted was something Beautiful

To see my lights Cascading.

Yet nothing came from my Explosion

Why hadn’t anything came from destruction?

Eventually, I drifted off into my Dream-Like place

I found that here I could fulfill my Creation

So I painted lights on my Creation

And made it ever so Beautiful

It looked Dream-Like

I could feel myself tear as the sky came Cascading

My light pouring down without Destruction

It was a perfect supernova Explosion

My Creation turned into an Explosion

It was short-lived yet a Beautiful Destruction

To see those Dream-Like lights Cascading throughout the galaxy

Resonating through my being

What would I do?