I came up with this poem after watching "Grave of the Fireflies". |
In starry night, a floating, lazy light - A living glow reflecting eldest sight. Alas, his hue! It now gives up the fight Upon the ground to fall, to fail, to die. Why must this star submit to final dark? Is this, his death, his everlasting mark? Or will his soul from stillest corpse embark As though a breath expelled in gentle sigh? Come back! Come back! Rekindle that bright flame! Oppose the dark! Your wond'rous light reclaim! And for your sake, again take hold your name To float again, in lazy circles fly. Line count - 12 |