A ribbon of Magnesium,
That is what we were,
A tightly spooled coil of silvery white,
Burning so intensely bright
That it could not be looked at
With the naked eye,
A miniature star plucked from the sky
And brought back to Earth
Where it didn’t belong,
Destined to burn out
Eventually,
Magnesium does not burn forever
But is used up,
Turned to white ash
As fine and powdery as Russian snow,
But how beautiful was the light
While it lasted.
