I hope that when I die there is no dark,
But rather comfort starry night provide.
For all convictions sway when stars all mark,
All light, all sing, for world to please the tide.
Explode, react, and fade before my eyes,
To all entreat the same, to none my pain.
I fake forgiving cheer, accrue your demise,
but shine no more and only witness strain.
World away, consider my overture,
The somber plea: ignorance, asked for yours.
Allow me to enjoy what I know sure:
At fear, the brink, I'm glad it soars.
For what is worry but prepared for death?
As long as stars are there, I draw my breath.