#starchildren
Silver Speck of elfspawn dust
Traveling through deep velvet space
Carrying the Precious Seeds of Life
And the Glory of the Human race!
Little Humans how you try
To lift yourselves above your Earth!
But Life forms higher up than your's
Enjoy this turn of things with mirth.
But God the Highest of Them all
Leads your Starship in its path
Least you be lost by pure mischance
And blunder into COMET'S WRATH
For once long lost to timeless ages
Those faithful ones the Angels, were;
In just such a perilous way
The products of a single star!
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 5:36 PM UTC
I hear the tone of a thousand galaxies. Only sweet angels shed whimsical tears
Some thoughts form bubbles in the mind, and with a pop, they are gone. Prancing further and further from the fingertips of those who wish to comprehend them.
They still their breaths and try as they might, halt their lungs but thoughts are fickle things that only come when one does not call for them. This mind experiences assorted thoughts, some plunge like rain from the sky, rapidly and frigid, with no notions of passing by.
While others are sweet and delicate murmurs, some thoughts hold nothing but lie full of animosity and self-hatred, there are those few certainties that cling to our senses like moist cloth on heated summer days.
And there is a singular truth that none can deny. Through these sights, soaring belts of asteroids and the birth of newly hatched nebulas can be seen.
For these gazes see freshly pickled specks of lights dispersed across the realms and heed the sounds of a thousand galaxies.
And in these galaxies, holds dust and nothingness
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC