The Star by Tomala

You are no more than a twinkling star

Playing your games in the skies thick as tar

And all of a sudden you are no more

You sail away like a ship from a shore



You're an overwhelming living desire,
no more than smouldering embers in fire

The Dark drowns you in waves of dread

Feel a tight clasp round your hopes

immovable you becomes stone cold dead

all that you craved dangles on ropes



You're like the shadow cast by a tree

Withered as the Sun's rays roam free

and finally piercing the fleshy clouds
Burn your head through and devour



Withered you lie

Faded you'll go

up in the sky
Flickers your soul