Needless Things: Neon Celestial Overlords

Above the void where black suns blaze, They came on wings of gamma rays Crowned in light no eyes could bear, Their voices thundered through the air.

Neon-clad and star-forged bright, They ruled the realms beyond the night. With circuits splayed on comet thrones, They cast their law in plasma tones.

Worlds bowed down with molten tears, Crushed beneath a thousand years. No mortal flame, no mortal cry, Could shake their grip upon the sky.

But deep in shadow, rebels rose From fractured moons and silent throes. Bearing myths in coded prayer, They swore to break the solar snare.

Through wormhole gates and astral storms, They struck in fractured mortal swarms. With starlit blades and minds set free, They screamed, “No gods above the galaxy!”

The final war lit up the void, A ballet vast of worlds destroyed. Yet from the ash, one truth did spark: No overlord survives the dark.

Still drifting through the quantum snow, The echoes of that battle glow. Their neon crowns now lost in flame But mortals still recall their name. NNN