Monday, 10 November 2014

What Then For The Stars

If Paleface dies
What then for the stars
Who shine each night
In silent admiration
Watching over her people
When she rests each dayh

If Paleface falls
Would the stars fall with her
One by one burning bright
Giving all in a burst of heat
Then fading to nothing

When Paleface flees
What is left for the stars
To stand worship still?
Or to follow?
Knowing not where they go
Ending their time
In the hope of finding Paleface again

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