Impulse

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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