The stars saw
The stars remembered.
They sang of times
Gone and past.
Of the things that only
Far-away stars can see
They sang in hushed choir
So only a few could hear
Their song of dragons
And minotaurs
Poisonous monsters
And men with spears.
They sang of skies
Purple and gold
As the sun set
On the bloody sand
The stars watched
Souls of better men
Sink between each grain
Until washed by
The foamy tide
And absolved
By the women of the sea.
They wrote the story
As a lonely ballad
In their dark night,
Stretched across infinity.
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