They were stars. They sparked and started, coming to life in color and flair.
They were stars. They burned bright and beautifully, showing off to the cosmos their light.
They were stars. They let their flames rise and fall, just as they let themselves.
They were stars. They made sure their light enveloped everyone around them, spreading their infectious love to even the most unwilling.
They were stars. They knew that, someday, they would burn out - but they didn’t know when, and until then, they were content.
They were stars. They could feel the fact that their fire had heightened, and they knew it was because they had defied him.
They were stars. They had more light to give to the world, bringing hope into a world of darkness. But without darkness, stars could not burn, could they?
They were stars. They sat one day, and told their son that he would have an important role to play. All the while, they also felt that their time to fizzle out was approaching, as little as anyone liked it.
They were stars. They weren’t the normal types of stars, though, of course they weren’t. Some stars fizzled out, going quietly to the next life. But they, they were the stars that exploded into nebulas, the stars that left a legacy for all to see.
They were stars. And when the time came, they exploded, just as had been predicted. They exploded into love and protection, despair and anger, passion and pure, raw emotion. They felt stronger than ever, even though they were gone.