|"Falling Star" by CoyChacal|
Stars cling to the black-light empyrean
Like children, each constellation an auger
To the masses, they glimmer in twilight
A milky way of gold and silver nuggets
They are the guardians of the midnight sky.
For thousands of light years are our ken
Their wisdom far beyond any of our charter
Leaving us behind in the star dust of limelight
Once in a millennium hundreds of agates
Sacrificing their immortality for you and I.
They are not doomsayers from a narrow glen
Nigh, they are peace bringers, eyes of amber
Shining their insight so that we may unite
Once again without planetary riots
For which we espy and unjustly amplify.
When all the rust and dust of angry men
Climbs down from that delicate latter
A star child will be born to us as a knight
And ever present will be the fallen star abbots
At this birth, a galaxy of new lights to mystify.