• the_bards_lair 31w

    The night is pierced by a sharp arrow,
    Lord save the beautiful poor thing!
    Watch the stars in pain dance-
    Destiny looks on with a sad smile.
    God, controlling his tears, must be a trained actor.
    Stars flicker, flicker the stars.
    Actor, deprived of all sleep, bereaving the stars, curses God.
    Smile evades the stars, as they realised their destiny-
    Dance to their end, beg the world to watch
    Thing is, he mourns not for long, the supreme Lord
    The arrow bursts into flames- the day outshines the night