you are [un]fallen star
bit into the darkness with moon dust teeth
clung to night cradle with hair of the wind
desperate fingers pluck the feathers of the sky
while the void drags you down with the gravity of their prayers
the burnt-out earth calls you
a lost world full of [un]fallen creatures
they twirl in a decadent spiraling
around the promise of your fall
you were not ready to
you were not born to
placate the hunger of the realms that crave blood more than
the bloom of your night flowers
latch harder
delve deeper
and do not let go
their mouths close one day
choking on the bone dust from the graves
of those who fell before