My Fallen Star
She shone the brightest.
The Sun of our kind.
When we said devoted,
She came to mind.
We know not what tripped her,
We failed to alert.
We all took the beating,
And boy does it hurt.
A belt-less Orion,
No Star in the North
My DEEPEST of prayers,
Is what i put forth.
Heaven knows what's
In the heavens above,
But as for our cluster,
She still has our love.
Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2008
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