At last an imaginative one

Death from Birth

In my birth,
A cold meteorite gathered me from space;
left me standing out nowhere in the midst.
And there was where I first saw the morning star

Each year I caught a glimpse
Of that same bright morning star,
until the fourth watch,
where it shot toward me.
Landing to hit me with a dizzy

Where the fire of the morning star
once burned for a spectacle.
It now engulfed my entirety in flames.
That blew me instantly.

I was then born again.