Through the vacuum's void, a blade of stars he wields, A samurai lone, surfing cosmos' seas,
His katana cuts the silence space conceals,
Amidst the nebular blooms that softly freeze.

Remembrance haunts the constellations' sprawl,
For friends and foes, like meteors, have passed,
Days squandered, like dust, they fade and pall,
Each year a shadow in the astral vast.

In solitude he drifts, an endless quest,
To dodge the gaping maw of blackest holes,
Avoiding voids where light cannot arrest,
The samurai defends his drifting soul.

In galaxies uncharted, calm, profound,
He seeks the peace where ancient stars resound.
© Tiger64X2