Far above the endless skies,
A mass of lights await our eyes.

In history they told the tales
Of many anicient heroes hailed.

Confined to infinity,
Places we will never be.

They live and die and start again,
An endless cycle with no end.

They grant our wishes as they fall,
A beacon and a hope to all.

Though from afar they seem so small,
Colossal is their size.
Larger than the Earth we crawl,
Above the endless skies.

Rupert Park

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