Destined To Die
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.
Its trail of sparks can mesmerize,
as it plummets to its demise.
As in a fairytale story:
its epithet soon fizzles out.
Yet, its beauty's never in doubt:
darkness amplifies its glory.
A shooting star streaks from on high:
and 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,
and yet in death, it achieves flight:
burning its way across the sky.
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