A Star.

There's this star, a star no one talks about. In the blue dark sky, with a yellow glow. It has no name, no syllable to call to it's tone. The ambient air racing around it's coils, escaping from that which exists. The glow burning among millennial nebulas. Whispering their destruction or demise to this newborn star, still fluttering with adaptation of life. The child-like area pulling at any sense of wonder or superstitious care. Victimized by it's elders, all humanity has passed it's glance. A challenging wanderer, discovered yet forgotten. the universe reaping a trillion or two, the eldest always too eloquent for standards. Considering the newfound life expired. A strange aura takes course the damage has began to build. Yet the sacrifice of the soul embellishes it's survival.