Magnetic lines stretch through the dark,
Snatching electrons from their unimpeded ballet
Pocket of gas binding into larger clumps of mass
Nuclei reforming in strands of plasma, compressing
Down to a dense, hot ball of hydrogen.
Matter compounds denser and denser
Gravity binding the sphere with its claws
Until the body reaches
Ignition
Light bursts onto the scene
With much more fervor than before
Pressure clashes with Gravity
Though the victor was decided
When the star was born
Gravity always wins this battle of
Attrition
But for now, the star shines like a lighthouse
A beacon of hope through spacetime
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