Remorse

The sun exploded,
terrible, vicious,
violent, and merciless.
Yellow turned to orange,
orange turned to red and
red went white and blinding.
The air was hot
and vampyric,
the sky had one
blinking eye, splashing
dark ash onto the earth.
Dirt turned to fire,
fire turned to space and
space looked me in the face,
remorseless.

I am in space,
remorseless;
a celestial frozen chunk
seeking out an atmosphere
in which I can burn.