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Fallen Star

March 31, 2024
By acullen BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
acullen BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
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A star in dark night sky so long ago 

I shone, I burned a bright, radiant glow

I never flickered out nor grew weary

I shone so luminous for you to see

 

I grew more smitten with each passing day

I watched you as you stole my heart away

You never looked up at me, not a glance

You reveled in my light, I was entranced 

I was alone, I wished you were more near

I knew you’d never see me; that was clear


But I still fell for you, out of the sky

I spiraled toward the ground, a firefly

whose light was fading out, flickering fast

I plunged to darkness, neared the Earthen grass 

I was not Phaethon, didn’t singe the ground

Like Icarus, my loss just weighed me down 

 

I hit the Earth, a force so strong there bloomed

a thousand shattered cracks as the dust plumed

into the air – the air, which chilled my bones

A brand new, freshly fierce wind southward blown 

My warmth was gone, the starlight once inside

was lost, fire replaced with human hide 

I lay in my cold crater till the sun 

warmed me as it rose on the horizon


You stood above me, sunlight framing you

armor of silver gleamed like morning dew

Your eyes held emotion I didn’t know 

The gaze was sharp, yet harder than a stone

You spoke. I did not understand a word 

You screamed. I wept. My cries were left unheard 

You drew your sword. I could not fathom why 

You struck. Your blade slashed deep into my side

My hand came away from the wound stained red 

You swung again. My broken body bled


The air was thick with a metallic scent. 

I hoped and prayed that this was not the end

My life and light were stolen by my love.

I begged and pleaded to the sun above

I hoped to rise and join the sky again

Instead, I writhed upon the ground in pain. 


I looked at you as you knelt oh so close

You took your blade, my blood bloomed like a rose

Emotion, pity, grief, sadness you lacked

Your eyes were cold as earth faded to black.


They say now on some stormy summer nights

the land shines with the terrifying might

of dying stars, a supernova’s glow

On these nights every local’s garden grows

with bloodred flowers, blooming overnight

while the crater remains a barren site 

No seed could ever grow in land so marred 

by betrayal and blood of fallen stars


The author's comments:

I wrote this the night before my religion final was due. I sat in a café, pulled out my notebook, and wrote the title of my essay. Four hours later, I had two words of my essay, four empty coffee cups, and this poem, which was then comprised of several loose papers. The all-nighter I subsequently pulled (partially from the coffee, mostly from the unfinished essay) was completely worth it. 


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