The night of my birth, I looked at the full white moon.
She said to I,
"Come child, stand by my side."
And so I was with my queen.
A subject, so everyone with her eyes can be seen.
"Bow to your queen,"
I said to the night travelers.
And one day while my mother, and queen turned her back.
I saw how everyone under the dark suffered.
For the sky was dark and I was the only star.
So I blew some dust from my hand, to the broken land below.
And the sky was alive with creatures who lived the night.
They happily danced between each other,
Forever in the night sky.
They were the stars that lit up the dark.
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
Thơ caSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
