All that was left to us
Was the star of his body
A scintilla of light
Soundlessly falling
Into the darkness of the earth
Growing brighter as it fell
His first thought always
Of the lost trapped in the dream
Of death the great delusion's
Prison door flung open
All night he lingered
Breaking bread with them
As his star grew stronger
Bursting into a morning
Even distant galaxies could feel
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