Shards of glass glittered
Like dancing stars in the sky
They twinkled in the light of the moon
Calling upon its slumbering glow
Each piece broken from a pit of rage
A pit like the moons craters or a black hole
All that was left of the shattered window was its frame
Framing the navy night sky, the stars, and the moon
A painting of beauty from a tyrant of anger
The wood was splintered
Like the burning lines from a shooting star
Shards of glass glittered
Like teardrop stars in the sky
