Fallen Star, fear not;
Your family is not gone.
Your prime has passed, that's true,
But love has not left you.
Your mother weeps
Her crystal tears
And they fall upon your grave,
But from that sorrow
Will come her willow tree
That she will raise with all the same
Love and affection she held for you.
Your father fights everyday
To be brave and strong for the younger ones,
So that they may grieve your passing.
The truth of the matter
Is that he is shattered and tired,
but finds comfort in the curious nature of your brothers.
They ask where you are,
If you're dancing with angels;
If your fire light is still just as bright
Wherever you may have landed.
They ask if you're okay;
if you felt pain or suffered.
Filled with so much wonder
And love for their missing star.
You are far from lonely,
Fallen Star.
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Short Story
RandomLife packs a lot of detail into a short existence. This collection of poems and short stories is a look into a life that has only begun, but has already been filled with so much. None of the art posted is mine. The cover art is not mine. Credit to...
