The Fallen Stars

 The light cascading down,

This stunning star shined as silver reflected

Across pure purpose itself with

Pure rays directed beneath the death lens, 

And glowed,

With an exquisite light at dusk and night

Felt by all

Every day, as

For always seen in the spirit

Yet unknowingly?

"How can something be felt be unknown every day?" is the question

Plaguing the wisest

For billowing clouds covered its radiant glow,

With sole warmth offered, and

Rays refracted,

Driving the penman out

But searched only shallow can be discovered,

So was all the star needed.

For only the Moon,

Jealousy overfilling its rim,

Should be seen

Because its light should be all that be known,

Should only triumph and courage show,

Yet never produced light did thee

So the star withered quietly,

Never to be seen exit,

Never to be helped,

For the Moon's ravishing theatrical skills,

Kept most at bay

The others, 

Insignificant to 

Count

Too late was knowledge,

As mockery of the people shown,

As the Moon faded into a shadow,

Trivial to those who scour

Darkness shook the dinner plate,

Only a mouse's crumb 

To be seen 

With silverware reduced

For every mouthful savored

As famine and starvation struck

Lo and behold,

Civilization crumpled,

In Just 

One

Day

As for the cockroaches,

Countless events have passed,

Similar fate told,

Losses in infinity,

For only they hold.

Context

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