Ballad of The Fallen Stars

By Abhisikta Bose

One the world can’t see,

Two the world won’t know,

For the stars that bleed,

Croon the tune below.

Famished whilst proud,

Staggered yet stout,

For none exists,

And none shall sprout.

The abyssal light,

The colossal fight,

The subtly hidden sense of spite.

Bated breath and humbled soul,

None beseech a tale untold.

Dawn shall quell thy weary cries,

Day time holds thy sacrifice!

And once thee strive, let the embers rise;

This globe shall fall to fate’s demise.

By Abhisikta Bose