a lil poem about the stars if they were alive... give it a look |
Celestial War twilight dawns, the stars awaken the sun tired of out shining their rays retires for the night taking a break, while the stars shine regardless they sit there still, quiet illuminating the sky but every once in awhile they get excited rushing through space and time to tell everyone from earth we view it as a shooting star. But the celestial beings know better they realize it as their mode of communication being the kinds souls they are they humor the mortals and themselves letting them believe what they want occasionally therein slips a trickstar stirring up trouble from its peaceful slumber knocking other beings off balance, killing a few making the beings realize, realize that they are not as immortal as they seem causing the lesser mortals to despair, panic the ones who awaken trouble soon see the error of their ways when brother chaos arrives trouble was nothing until chaos and with chaos comes sister death the mischievous few cause the demolition of many turning from a ripple to a tidal wave trouble, chaos, and death, the family of three reign on high for a season soon destruction becomes old and cousin boredom comes to stay eventually the family falls asleep and cousin boredom moves on the celestial plane is recovered, peace has returned the one who started it all remains silent, plotting his next adventure waiting for an opportunity to awaken trouble and start the process again |