The Red Giants burn their stardom status from both ends
Alive, label them Idols, gone, name them legends
When the crowds become wiser and the stadiums empty
Tabloids immortalize their fall, the page is called Obituary
The White Dwarfs success was a combination of circumstances
They rose from the shadow and hit the top jumping fences
When the public understood the absence of talent
They chose self-destruction, a cry for atonement
A Black Hole might be the best way to describe thee
Hypothetical, unpredictable, impostors should worry
You chose the alphabet as your weapon of choice
Theoretical, but always reliable, take time to rejoice
©Jajjazz
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