As the pieces broke off and were slowly put back into place,
A million pieces lit up into a starry sky.
Navigators of the old world would admire its beauty,
Seafaring through torments of waves, following a dot of hope,
Distant, yet shining.
Skies and earth twirled for eons before, but no more.
Millions of suns will raze the lands and render the milky eternal empty.
Look up child,
The seas gone,
Nothing floats anymore,
But specks of dust in your eyes.
And as empires of steel sank into the limestone,
Your hopes, with them, penetrated your eyes,
Hidden behind your sight.
How I told you all of this would happen,
How you would play with toy hearts and lent names,
You fell into the madness you constructed for yourself.
See how the dried oceans sparkle under the plasmatic skies,
The way they shine into your protective eyes.
May your utmost tear be the most beautiful of twinkles,
As you are engulfed into the million lights.
Walk freely, and unbound,
As even the soil untethers itself.
I will watch silently,
On the only day without a tomorrow,
Taking that one last step,
Without a goodbye,
But a solemn smile.
Be free fae child,
Be free of the body you have used beyond repair.
I will remain for a while.
Someone has to, after all.
