A star so big, too large to miss
Living in peace, peaceful bliss
But suddenly, helium gives way and hydrogen is used
Heavier elements must be fused
The death has started, it cannot be halted
The existence of the star has been assaulted
The star makes iron, its final act
to keep away from that inevitable fact
But iron simply seals the deal
it absorbs energy even better than steel
No longer able to heat its core
Pressure gone, gravity wins the war
Inside-out the star is turned
Its death by iron hardly earned
Its cry of death, it does ring out
louder than Krakatoa’s shout
So great was it, that graceful star
Such a mark it leaves, the gaseous scar
Looked upon with great curiosity
By humans, a race often void of generosity
If our friend, the star can perish so
A painful death, as we do know
That one star's death, horrible implode
Gave in to the night, a black sorrowed...
Could such an end not come about here,
if not with iron, then with fear?
