"The Fallen Star"
Upon a storm-torn eve, when thunder roared,
And lightning danced with heaven’s silver sword,
A star, once bright in midnight's velvet dome,
Was struck and flung far from its starlit home.
It plummeted through clouds in tearful blaze,
Its brilliance lost in fire’s cruel embrace.
To Earth it fell, to fields of emerald grain,
Where fireflies danced in quiet, warm refrain.
No crown of light, no golden rays remained,
Just stardust weeping where its soul was chained.
The worms and beetles welcomed it with grace,
And taught it how to smile in that dark place.
It learned to hum the songs of moss and dew,
To cherish stars not only born, but grew.
It wandered paths where twilight softly crept,
And in the arms of humble earth, it slept.
But lo—one eve beneath the willow tree,
It glimpsed a silver photograph set free:
A picture of the moon, so high and wide,
Reflected in a puddle by its side.
Its stony heart began to throb and ache,
A thousand memories did swiftly wake.
The songs it sang with sisters in the skies,
The glow it wore—a jewel in night’s guise.
And from its eyes, long dry, the tears did stream,
Each drop a loss, a wish, a shattered dream.
The fireflies blinked, confused by such a sight,
As grief eclipsed what once had learned delight.
It cried until the morning broke the dark,
Its final breath a whisper, soft and stark.
Then stardust rose, in shimmered veil and gleam,
To where the moonlight weaves the weeper’s dream.
There, in the sky’s embrace, its soul took flight,
And kissed the Moon—a reunion of light.
No longer bound to Earth’s forgiving crust,
It lived again, in love, in stars, in trust.
"The Star Who Forgot Its Light"
A tale of loss, memory, and returning home to the moonlight.
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