Two Magellanic Clouds
Have a million starry eyes,
All around, in-between;
Metallicity, brightness bold,
Both very young & very old.
They clash, then unite,
Near The Sagittarius Stream; I'm told
That collisions fueling, their constant dueling,
Is why they'll never stay the same.
These phantasms of twilight share one name~
This changeling pair, enamored both,
Transfixed it seems to the spot;
Observed and to observe them,
Spattered as of fuchsia blood,
Green ghosted, mists of form,
Copper gilded wings adorn,
Clotted, gaseous draughts of air.
One the dark, the other fair;
They lie beside her nebulous lair.
Spiraling fingers reach for her hair.
Never will she draw them near~
As dance she on the rising day,
You will spot, not far away,
Two Magellanic Clouds.