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Legends sing the blues of a giant star
She cries a lullaby of heartsick dreams
They used to say that she would sob in her sleep,
Her tales of grief and anguish reforming even the cruelest man
With hope to save the world of destruction,
Looking at the twinkling, a little boy–
Too young, too naive, set off for the hunt.
Through the dust, there flew the boy,
On the edge of a waterfall.
No one ever told him of the stars and their light,
Lost through space, traveling after death,
Their end, their homes were abandoned far
Just like that light, the village cast him away
But through the breeze, the zephyr spoke to him–
Serenading that little dreamer,
But he didn’t listen to the song, he jumped off to the stars,
Off the waterfall, there flew the boy, through the dust.
A kaleidoscope of stardust, it choked up his mouth,
Rotting ichor and bile had crept up his throat
He gagged on the past, his regrets, all his dreams,
The stories that his mother would sing slowly broke off his memory
Glaring down, the heavens had chosen their heir.
Through the dust, there fell the boy, like the light
Like the light, he traveled far, a beacon for stories to come
Still, the hunt had to go on, he climbed up, too far
Past the star, he was blinded by hubris, and soon found dark.
The star awoke and caught up to him, handing him a piece of her
As he held it in his hand, he saw a story inside, a truth
“Keep it close, hold it tight, for it may burn away if you turn a blind eye,”
Encouraged the star as she left the boy to ponder
Inside the fragment, a forest lush with blue thrived,
Though the trees wept, and rainfall from nowhere gave life.
Off a waterfall, there fell a daisy.
Flattened and bloodied, it died in golden sand
From above, the boy watched in pity and understanding.