They glow in the night
quickly in the sky out of sight.
Like stars disguised.
They're comets, exploiters of another party's light.
Light of the love of those
who burn beholding them.
They ignite fires they so easily abandon.
Unattended, left to die.
And yet at dusk, the walls radiate
the heat of our laughs, now ashes.
Merciless, they whisper that Some were born
not to be shone upon.
But to shine instead.
Enea
quickly in the sky out of sight.
Like stars disguised.
They're comets, exploiters of another party's light.
Light of the love of those
who burn beholding them.
They ignite fires they so easily abandon.
Unattended, left to die.
And yet at dusk, the walls radiate
the heat of our laughs, now ashes.
Merciless, they whisper that Some were born
not to be shone upon.
But to shine instead.
Enea