Dust and shadows: a wondrous thought
Made of these things, yet we burn so hot
Closer related to stars we must be
Erupting for Mother Galaxy to see
We're not so different, dearest Brother Sun
We both emit flames as part of our fun
You will of course outlive us men
But we'll both implode once we reach our end

Dust and shadows: a harrowing thought
Do we turn life to dust when we burn this hot?
Does our light create shadows in our wake?
How many planets will we take?
They say black holes can be small as pin heads
I'd say there are more in the size of our friends
Isn't it queer that we shine so bright,
Only to end as the reaper of light?

Dust and shadows: a chilling thought
The absence of light leaves the world cold and fraught
The cycles of cosmos know better than us
At breaking point, it is them we must trust
When Time stills our blaze
There is no room for fear
For the pull of our souls
Will hold Sun and Dust near