chapter 25: 'the stars'

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Once in some time,

I'll stare at the sky,

With the sun long gone,

One day less till I die,


There they are,

The stars shining bright,

Illuminating white flags,

And pausing every fight,


Despite holding such power,

In broad daylight they hide,


Behind the sun's shadow for hours,


Despite glowing on their own,

They call themselves cowards,


And are constantly overrun,


Despite staying in line,

And not blinding every person,

We always dread nighttime,

And this teaches us a lesson;


For the stars don't hide,

In a crowd of spots of light,


They're stepped upon,

And discarded by the sun,


They're shoved and irrelevant,

In a sea of moving elephants,


They're ignored,

And for some time bored,


Always willing to bend

However, in the end,


A tragedy,

One like you and me

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