Creation of Destruction



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



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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