Prompt poem: The Majestic face in space.

In a Galaxy full of magic, made of miniature pearls fantastic. Gazes wander on the Starry night so high, drawn to a Nebula and the intricate sky. This masterpiece utterly consumes your soul, into a background black as coal. In this void we are naught, so rejoice in this life you've caught

Everyone can see the Majestic face, that holds our future up in space, a goddess of Hope and laughter, only she will live ever after

The emptiness is an ugly one, boring and deformed like a cut off son, poorly made of words so dumb, that they will always be like scum, counting the seeds dripping again and again, from one to three thousand and ten