Creation of Destruction

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The birth of a star

A new light in the sky

Hurtling forward

Through space and time

A raging flame in the night

Born of passion and delight

A furious star

Raising heavens in the dark

Fretful

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.


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