Destined To Die
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A shooting star streaks from on high
like a kamikaze firefly,
whose fiery death's mandatory
upon grazing Earth's atmosphere.
Yet, there's no time to shed a tear
for its blaze is transitory.
A trail of sparks inks its pathway
as it plummets to its demise.
Like in a fairytale story,
its epithet soon fizzles out.
But its beauty's never in doubt;
darkness, amplifies its glory.
A shooting star streaks from on high,
while its descent warrants a sigh.
A blaze of sparks lights up the night
yet vaporizes in a flash,
ending its suicidal dash.
It's such a spectacular sight;
that folks cast a wish upon it.
But it'll vanish lickety-split,
so the timing has to be right.
If you don't cast it straight away,
you'll lose your wish, so don't delay.
It must be cast during its flight.
A shooting star's destined to die:
but in doing so, achieves flight,
burning its way across the sky.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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