Something happened on the day he died. Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside. Somebody else took his place, and bravely cried, on the edge of his mortality. He arose into the mist Of an ordinary morning And there was a pause, a cease of existence A spaceman on the moon tonight
An epitaph for the ages A smile plastered on pages Of aging kings and moon phases We will fall into the Blackstar, a **** in our universe Something happened on the day he died. Spirit rose a metre and stepped aside. Somebody else took his place and bravely cried, the ascension of immortality.