All the Stars

All the stars awoke,
To carnage and dust,
And it its glare,
A gleaming blue,
Crystal coded lust;

Ink quick vastness spreads the border far,
Each a world unto itself,
Soul sparked in flame,
Each a single lonely star;

Even so this space is cold,
And in every aeon greater still,
Till nothing bar the space remains,
And thus the spheres are old.