Self Destruction

Nature abhors a vacuum, Loathes right angles, But reveres the Corona. For Nature so loved the corona It dirked the form Atop the penile shaft Rendering the shape Like a helmeted soldier Leading the charge. Nature bequeathed the Corona Unto our only unbegotten sun Whirling its solar winds, Morphing the heavens into A frenzied hell. Nature then knitted corona’s strands Into tightly wound unseen spheres Spiked with crimson daggers Unleashing the globed petard Of our mutual demise.