Just because she's a supernova,
does not mean she always was.
She was nothing,
a speck of dust on a clover.
Almost nonexistent.
She's been disturbed and unstable.
Shattered at her greatest depths.
Morphed into something unfamiliar to herself.
Now seemingly perfect.
And still, her pandemonium is far from over.
Sooner or later she will collapse and cave in.
And then nothing.
Not even a remnant of her grand beauty.
A black hole will fill the spaces.
With only faint memories that she ever existed.