In realms of starlight, where asteroidal hearts do beat, I, a wandering bard, do pen my poetic feat. The cosmos, vast and dark, doth whisper sweet melodies, that my quill doth strive to repeat.
My spaceship, a vessel of art and science true, doth sail the galaxy, with verse anew. I've seen the birth of stars, and witnessed fate, of worlds that rose, and those that did await.
In nebulae's depths, where gas and dust do roam, I've found the source of all poetic home. The rhythm of creation, the beat of life, doth guide my quill, and cut through strife.
So let my words, like cosmic sparks, take flight, And in the vast expanse, shine with delight.