Field of Fallen Stars

I have a dream
That we may
Skip to the Emerald City
And listen to the strings of the King.

As we gaze
Stars fall around us.
Shall we eulogize the sky?
Shall we write the Heavens' epitaph?

And in joyous silence
We will dance
With our heads bowed
In a field of fallen stars.

The End

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