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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Tonight, I sit watching ebony skies feeling the need for silence and seclusion admiring the glitter and glimmer of stars before one by one they disappear. There's no solace found when one loses luster and then dies. As its twinkling torchlight flickers, I drink deeply of its beauty. In this haunting darkness of night the taunting of its dimming light once twilight's tattered tint loses its glint, a star makes way for the moon to take flight. I fear the imminence of its daunting death, the last gasp of celestial breath as it outshines the galaxy before its flaming core collapses. Suddenly, the night grows cold and dire darkness holds reign but not from a lofty throne. Luna's halo has lost its glow. How stark becomes the emptiness where a star once heavenly hung. It's not an illusion of pain... I feel it as I feel the chill of winter rain. It's as if into a black hole of stellar mass it passes through mordant shadows and I, although I fear the dark would light a spark as it leaves and time travel with it as luminance dulls. If only wings were allowed mere mortals, the portal they enter, I would breach to reach its final resting place. Sometimes, it seems as if in dreams I follow where faded stars go to die. Entering the depths of an abyss from which they are not reborn. I shiver while watching them flutter the last pulsing beats of dying hearts sputter in demise before my eyes... never to return to celestial skies. A somber thought enters my soul, that soon each dying star will depart its shimmer veiled then extinguished as if snuffed because of its beauty. Stars should not be doomed to dwell in skies with holes of desolation. I mourn with miserable melancholy, the glorious grandeur of its light each time I see a fading star, languishing as its journey ends. A cry escapes my pouting lips for all that's left of its existence is stardust clinging to my fingertips.
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