I gazed up into the night sky,
staring in wonder at the beautiful stars.
My eyes fixed upon them,
I fell in love with their silver glow.

I began to stop fearing the night,
my radiant stars shone through the darkness.
They drowned out my demons,
they flooded my soul with their light.

But the good things cannot last,
can they?
This world must destroy
all that is valuable.

And so it was.
The skies began to crumble,
and my stars began to fall,
plummeting from their celestial home.

I stretched out my arms to catch the stars,
to save them from the freezing ground.
I caught them, and oh, how  they burned!
Those beautiful stars, so gentle, so fiery!

But I held them, none the less,
to save them from the harsh, dead earth.
I let them burn away at my skin,
my beloved beacons of hope, became my agonizing downfall.