he was born from the galaxy

beautiful and bright

his words and heart save me

each day, every night.

he's my superhero;

my best friend.

the one I can always count on

until the very end.

and the stars seem to shine

a little more when he's around.

it makes my heart flop when

he says he's not okay as he sounds.

I wish I could help

but what can I do?

I'd been broken--

until I met you.

he was born from the Galaxy

beautiful and bright

birthed within the heavens

sparks and embers soaring

from his bronze lips

as laughter bled from his mouth each chuckle

ricocheting off the stars

his bright dazzling eyes

more lustrous than

one-hundred and seventy six

moons combined

she was born from the world's core

grotesque and dreary

birthed within purgatory

roaming through doors

that led to lost dreams

and shattered ambition

her burnt fingertips traced

white walls that were

covered in old memories

that had fallen through

the cracks of someone's lips

reciprocated kisses

spouted a mixture of

fractured aspiration

and dimmed flames

the stories of their lives

fading into background noise

he loved her

and she loved him

He was born from the Galaxy

Beautiful and bright

Nothing but a flicker

That burst into life

And in that moment

When she learned of the news

That a precious baby boy

Now grew in her womb

She thanked the heavens

For the miracle inside

And fell to her knees

As she broke down and cried

he was born from the galaxy

beautiful and bright

mischief eyes

shining with the light

of infinite stars

unwavering

prince of the universe

with a crown of moonbeams

and a scepter of infinity

" he was born from the galaxy beautiful and bright."

" is that all you know about him?" I asked my brother.

" so far, he hasn't said anything else. You could try though. The only thing is, from what I can tell he doesn't know much English."

" I guess I could try"

" who are your parents and where are they?" I asked the boy.

" ahxytd kccdfhxhxs gone hdudcicuddd."

" well he definitely has bad English. What I got from that is his parents are gone,so probably dead." I told my brother.

" this boy is quite something!" Exclaimed my brother.

" you're right this boy is hard to explain."

He was born from the galaxy,

Beautiful and bright,

His destiny to save us

From the evil blight

That threatened us all

And covered the Deep

With death and destruction,

Come from the darkness

From whenst we sleep.

They came with a hunger

That could never be sated,

But He rose up to fight

The war for which he was fated.

He clashed and roared

Into the ranks of the foe,

Cutting them down in swathes

In numbers unknown.

He saved us all,

But died in the end.

Our faithful beloved

Back to the stars we send.

He was born of the Galaxy,

Beautiful and Bright.

He died for us all,

Our valiant Knight.

He was born from the galaxy,

Beautiful and bright.

The smoke trails couldn't fog over

His powerful starlight.

Then came the dark,

Then came the moon,

Then came the blackened purple sky--

Then came the shade,

Then came the clouds,

Then came the night.

And he hid away in a brighter place

And kept secret his glow

Until he met the summer sun,

Who told him all he knows--

"You're bright and fair, a match for me,

But sky the sky, we cannot.

Your rays are cold and glistening,

While mine are burning hot."

They made arrangements then and there

To coexist together--

The night and day they'd split to share,

And thus,

The birth of Venus.