The stars dim with such gloomy resolve,

and i wonder,

where the light ends. 

It strikes us time and time again. 

It burns in the sky until it can find us. 

It bursts through our eyes as we shift our gaze,

only for us to find it back

as a speck in the night. 

I wonder now,

where the light starts. 

We tear apart as the moon falls,

our star stealing its ambition. 

Separate now,

it need not find us,

nor us it. 

No gaze must be shifted

to see truly how 

it devours the night. 

Yet when we look at this light,

it blinds us. 

Enraged, we deduce that 

perhaps,

it wants to destroy us. 

We will do the same. 

Nightfall always approaches,

and we unify. 

Now collecting these specks,

the sky grows cold,

until not a single gaze 

can change the darkness. 

Together we lie,

our star begins to rise,

the heat blazing our skin,

melting our eyes away. 

Yet we do not detach. 

We launch our specks of the night. 

And as their lights connect 

with that of our star,

we scorch away into nothingness.

In hindsight,

perhaps

we should not have thought 

we could fight the sun, 

just because we were together.