FALLEN STAR

Pretty little fallen star

High up in the sky,

You whose twinkle

Shames the brightness of the morning sun,

Your gleam on the seas like roses in a garden,

Bestow them with such regal beauty that

Sweetest words in a verse cannot describe.

Pretty little fallen star

Whose lone existence formed the most intricate

And beautiful constellation,

For eternities to come, yours shall be a beauty

That queens and gods cannot adorn,

Yours is a beauty that the most precious

Of rocks multiplied a hundred times over

Cannot match in value.

Pretty little star

Who once upon a time stood high,

Up in the sky and illuminated the spirits of us mortals

In the world’s rollercoaster of perpetual misery,

Your light engulfed our anguish and

Banished our demons,

Your light created a paradise for us

That heaven remains forever jealous of.

Pretty little fallen star,

You whose life span lasted no longer than

A moment of happiness in hell,

Little as you were,

Your explosion caused a supernova

That has gone on to birth more pretty

Little stars like the verses on these pages

That seek to engrave your glory in

Immortality’s bosom.

Pretty little fallen star

Now living among the legends

Of the sky who once ignited our paths,

Your glory and splendour shall always be remembered

And your light shall never know dimness

As long as the sky shall have clouds

And music shall have melody.



For Hillary, my Pretty Little Star 
whose light was stolen too soon by mortality's jealous darkness.