My beautiful star,

Death holds no fire with such

Heroes to defend us

The demons in my boiling blood

Screech immortal whispers to the heart:

You and I shall rule on high

Above the meanest blade of grass

-

But I have found in your absence

A desire to quell my thoughts

And seek an audience with the ghost

That lives in these tree roots

Begging me to play in the winter wind

And I cannot say no

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When the nebula detonates

our stars will dance in its torrid burn

and souls will press together in the sky

For an eternal banquet

Life is born through the decay of time

So flee into the living,

my Queen of conquests

By death's gentle hand, I follow.

A/N: Inspired by a movie I saw. Just thoughts on the nature of love and immortality...