I witnessed it, watched you fall to your knees.
Beautiful and charming, your end brought about
A new kind of night in which
The stars shine brighter (for you, my dear)
And the moon is more full, illuminating your path, once taken,
Now empty of travelers. But the things you accomplished in your
Quiet violence don't matter, you are gone.
But what matters when, in your final descent,
I watched a small child wish upon you
And your mark across the sky?