Alternate Realities

Missing Star

Missing Star

Now the world awaits your presence, 

As your lingering talent streaks its eye, 

It fawns and yearns for your essence, 

And has since the day you left and didn't say why. 

They say in the industry you live an uncertain future, 

But even so you leave your blazing mark, 

Hence why the more extreme your heart's rupture, 

The more your light becomes blindingly stark. 

But return now and worry not of the vipers, 

They cannot strike what has already touched poison, 

Leave some songs for your fans to decipher, 

And let them look forward to a new horizon. 

No more do you have to play the pretender, 

Instead be what you've always been, 

An ice prince whose feelings are tender, 

And whose emotions are manipulated but never seen. 

Look now, that cruel past has become old, 

And its claws have sunk from your skin, 

Now be the person who is twice as bold, 

Let the new you be better than the broken him. 

Live proudly and determine your own life, 

Each step being ammunition for your army, 

So that even when cameras turn in strife, 

Each fan will cheer the victory of your tourney. 

The belief you have fostered will now be your liberator, 

Do not fight it and gladly give in, 

For now is the time to play terminator, 

To all those rumors that have festered your false sin. 

Let your talent assume its role as healer, 

Let it have you rise strongly once more, 

And though you could not, despite efforts, conceal her, 

At least now your heart will not be at war.  

By Mahesha Kissfield