They say that we are made of stardust
That when we look skyward we see our brothers and sisters from another time
That we were once placed in the sky by some long faded God beside those bodies of diamonds and destructive light
They say that the light we see is years old
Those brothers and sisters from another life may have collapsed years ago and we wouldn't know
New brothers and sisters would be born from their stardust
We would never know what star they were created from
We would never know what star had blinked out of existence for them to be crowned
We wouldn't even notice it was even missing from the cosmos
For there are too many stars to count
His brothers and sisters still strung in the sky would weep at his passing
They would look down on us and expect to find us grief-stricken
Instead they find us ignorant
Not bothering to notice the slightly dimmer sky
Most of us wouldn't be aware of the tiny miracle made of stardust that had just been brought into the word because of an ancient beings sacrifice
Long ago the stars looked down on us benevolently
Now they look at us with scorn
We have never appreciated their sacrifice
I doubt we ever will
At least not until the light from the final star blinks out of existence
Leaving only the yawning void for us to stare at during the night
But that endless ebony would've existed much longer than we knew
Because that star would've been dead for years.