Across the Stars

Across the stars, through endless night,

I ride alone on trails of light.

A silver tear, a lonely ghost,

Of all the souls I loved the most.

I traded soul, a fading flame,

To give my planet back its name.

Like shattered glass, my life was torn,

To feed a hunger newly born.

He made me this—a boundless slave,

A gravity tide, a voiceless wave.

I sought his feasts from sky to sky,

And watched a thousand planets die.

But when I reached Earth's fragile shore,

A hummingbird's heart I heard—and more.

A whisper stirred, a spark, a flame—

A cry for mercy, not for fame.

I turned away, a storm of might,

And faced my master, dark as night.

He cursed me down, a falling star,

A broken shield in endless war.

Now grounded, lost, no longer free,

I am a prisoner—rooted like a tree.

With roots in earth and arms of dreams,

I reach for what I cannot see.

Yet on this Earth, so scarred, so small,

I saw your hands deface it all.

You lit the skies with ash and flame,

Then turned and gave your gods the blame.

You mine the roots, you kill the seas,

You burn your children's air and trees.

I weep not for the stars I knew—

I grieve for what still lives in you.

So hear me now, O flame-born kin:

The end won’t come from out—but in.

You are the curse you fail to see.

You hold the blade. You cut the tree.

So end this path of flame and greed,

Undo the wounds your children bleed.

The stars won't weep when Earth is gone—

But silence will replace her song.

You dig your grave with iron hands,

You scorch the seas, you scorch the lands.

The time to turn was yesterday—

Tomorrow bears the price you pay.

Enough of conquest, smoke, and lies.

End what destroys. Let life arise.

Or else, beneath your towers tall,

The last light too shall someday fall.