StarS – D.e.e.L

Stars are quiet
They don’t make a sound as we see them
Only masking the sky
Mapping our imagination
Showing us creatures and men
Arrows falling
Lighting acts as a line through a maze
when slashing the sky through the plotted dots
That far away
Beyond the fetch of man
They are dying and deceased
Perhaps filled with hell
Or just another thing to gaze at from a land not our own
As someone writes their version of the images
Plots their way to hold them
Lays in a bed staring through a window in a pitch black night
Wondering how hot the fire is burning
And who is suffering because of it

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