Prompt:
In the beginning, life was but a spark,
A cosmic force, on a planet so stark,
A simple cell, in an ocean so vast,
A universe teeming, with life so vast.
The birth of stars, and the death of light,
The secrets of the universe, hidden in plain sight,
Dark matter and dark energy, a cosmic mystery,
A cosmic journey, that has no history.
Stars formed, in cosmic clouds,
Nebulae, glowing like shrouds,
Galaxies spun, in endless dance,
A cosmic tapestry, of chance.
But as the ages passed, a change took hold,
The world grew old, and its life grew cold,
Species died, as their niches changed,
A world aging, without being arranged.
Black holes consumed, and quasars blazed,
As the universe aged, in its endless phase,
The darkness grew, as the light receded,
A universe dying, as its fate conceded.