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The life of a star


Every star, shinign in the middle of the night

With so much vigour, ever so brightly and light

Once started as a small point in space

Darkness voiding all senses lurking all around

Gravity setting ablaze a proce not bound

Bound by space nor time

Creating all what we can see

Insignificant to all yet the start of the human race

The father and mother of both you and me

An inanimate perso without a face

Without stars there is no life

No war no combat no strife

Yet one day it too shall come to an end

Encapsulating itself like a flower ending all the light it lent

Darkness will crawl again from all the corners

leaving in it's wake nothing

No life no sight no center of our view

Leaving the meadows without dew

The grass without cattle

The flowers without petals

Griping all around my heart

Fear within every corner of my brain

This feeling of a shard

My body full of pain

This nightmare in the dark

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