A delicate situation

Lives on a horizontal branch

Out in the space of red giants

And degenerate white dwarfs

A place where dolphins

Never die

And humans never question

Existing and creating

A never-ending world

Where death and war

Live and roam

Freely on earth

And when our earth

The mother of our soul

Slips onto a tangent

That is the only time

Scintillating fire

Will cross the sky

To mix with crimson spray of blood