Surrendered

A sparkle lights the northern nighttime sky,
A star lost to nightmares in the darkness,
Ironically spawned of fear and of hope.
Sincerity relents upon the west;
No stars will shine in that dark land tonight.
The east knows no thing such as the darkness.
Fire lights the skies of all hours in that place.
And the south, in all its ignorance, sleeps.
The middle of the earth gazes upward,
Not knowing which is south or east or west,
Instead convinced that earth is one large whole.
The people of the surface gaze downward,
Waging war, dreaming, or waiting to die,
Sometimes wondering why earth is so cruel.
And most of the sky's stars have surrendered
To both the cruel earth and its cruel people.

1/1/06