The birth of a star
A new light in the sky
Through space and time
A raging flame in the night
Born of passion and delight
A furious star
Raising heavens in the dark
Deep therein the woods must lie,
A sort of creature of a different kind.
It sleeps all day, only wakes at night,
Delighting in its disorganized plight.
All alone without a home,
Free to wander, free to roam.
Under the anxious moon and twisted skies,
The charcoal clouds that please the eyes.
It is a blend of beast and man,
Muddled when the ranks disband.
Those in his midst envy him,
Guilty of neither crime nor sin.