the stars totem

from the Stars I threw my net

the depths of hell left me kept

undisturbed from soul untold

my heart bears wounds of old

 

the dust from the stars birth

grows contempt with mirth

before the void of anti space

becomes the bane of place

 

the hearts that beat as one

becomes the only song

that has sung the song of elder tales

for years and years to come

 

the stars that i have caught

were to be fought

but i have left unrest my tale

for if there was no war to fail

then we shall fall from fate and life itself

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