Shadows borne stars

The moonlit skies speak of thee,
As thou wanders in search of a star,
Amidst the darkness, craving hope,
Believing that stars burn brighter than despair.

Stars were hope—distant, yet there,
Certainty seemed absolute when fed on dreams.
Thou wandered through moonlit nights,
Amidst thoughts dark with despair, yet hope gleamed brighter.

For countless nights, thou remained certain,
Till blinded eyes found a flicker of light.
At last, a star to brighten the abyss—
Alas! Mere stones and insects, reflecting moonlight.

Grief. Uncertainty. No hope—only despair.
On a moonlit night, his weary feet led him
To the edge of a shimmering lake,
A lake whispered to grant wishes and dreams.

"A star, I seek," he groaned and grieved,
"For my darkness is vast, beyond sanity.
My thoughts turn vile, my soul decayed,
My sight is clouded, my heart weighed."

"Help me," he pleaded, but waters stayed still.
Amid his chaos, a voice arose:
*"Purity is naked and bare.*"
And as he laid himself bare to the waters,
He was unaware—his was the purest darkness.

A darkness so deep that even night feared it.
So why not embrace it, let it breathe?
Let it align with thy soul,
And within thee, a star shall be born—
A star that does not shine, yet blinds,
For even darkness can be brighter than light.


Happiest birthday @GREED444
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