Pixels and Dust

From thrones observe the show with ‘gods-view’ eyes The theatre dark and dusty was arcane Then thirty frames each second flash and die While countless pixels morph from frame to frame A cinematic masterpiece is played The colours, oh! The sound, the story unfolds! The guy has saved the girl he once betrayed! But somewhere there’s a story still untold A story so much shorter, that it’s just Just a tale of those lonely pixels and dust A breath to push the dusty air away A breath to hold at hero’s darkest scene When pause is pressed amidst climactic fray To follow a beam of dust-light to the screen For a tranquil lofty second there I viewed As a speck of dust had nestled on the wall On the corner of a pixel rather crude Was a fleeting, lucky master of the small As every second past another came Then drifted from the show without a name The show resumes with a spinning rock in space Illuminated by a beam of golden light Where star-dust sprinkles freely as a lace Then a carbon laden master soon ignites And the blood flows out from star-dust of the north With a hero’s praise for fragments on the rock Fast-forward the show and more of the same came forth See the star-dust come and gnash and leave ad hoc Watch masters, lovers, loners live and die As it zooms out to a pixel while the dust goes fleeting by