A Star's Death


Cristy Bryant

The mortal hour
is candle burnt

The love of life
is not yet learned

The sacred moon
with shadows cast

The end is soon
but we are not the last

Our faces show
the death-lit hour

We yearn it so
and yet we cower

Alone in our sorrow
which only by us is felt

Our sun will not see the morrow
for the immortal life to us is dealt.

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