Some
stars
glow
the brightest towards their end
owning
the skies
stretched
over many a nights
they
shine
oh
they shine
for
light years to come
wiping
out all the traces
of
the others being
and
when they die
oh
when they die
the
void in the skies
make
men avenge their deaths
and
women
wail
for days
then
time
flows
through
the valley of space
and
drown
the
memory of
the bright glow
that once was
Some
stars
go
silently
gently
like
the tender waft
distressing
only a few tresses
on
a long autumn dusk
Not
unsettling
the
night’s arrangement
of
light patterns
None
to pine
No
wailing
for
their demise
Just
a lone teary eyed widow missing
Oh
yes she is still missing
the
gentle being he was
But
one day
someone
will gaze up
and
realize
the
empty spot
where
a twinkling once hung
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