By: Oliver Davis

In a world beyond memory

Stars collided and burned bright

Fraught with rage, blood covered their light


Tired   Sore  Broken

Tainted with death


A lone light departs

A battle long lost


Refuge is alien to him

And yet he seeks


The Morning Star strides across a foreign land

A plane made of flowers and quiet places


He looks up


No gods   No fathers   Instead

An immaculate sky


And he simply sighs


For a moment

But a moment enough


His fight and his fall

Recede to oblivion

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