The nightly heavens breathe in the darkness,
The stars spark the clouds with a twinkle,
The winds howl with the great night's silence,
The moon's wicks become the lost mist's candle,
But soon the dark heavens shall breathe smoke,
Soon shall man's fires call the skies their own,
While winds howl with the joys of the folk,
And the great moon shall share the night's throne,
But my eyes shall ne'er see that one day,
When my brethren overthrows the moon,
All for our maker's festive display,
For I was the fire kindled too soon.
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Interstellar Whispers: Volume 1
PoetryFORMERLY KNOWN AS: Poems of Petals by IamPDB Men and their offsprings had always found the time to wish to the twinkling children of the watchful silver eye of the night, before the goddess' spell befell their eyes. Little do they know, these twinkl...
