Stars

Littered on a blanket of dark,

White pebbles are scattered

In continuous nonsensical pattern.

 

High above the world below,

A canvas of silver paint splattered,

Images seen only with minds imagination.

 

Once a month they control the skies.

But their one-time reign is shattered

By the return of the night time sun.

 

The king of the still, silent Earth.

The moon and his thousand courtiers

Watching over the thousands asleep.

 

Lighting even the darkest den,

The stars shall live forever more

When the last light below says it’s final amen.

 

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