I am shadow I am smoke Not quite flame Or Sun touched ember, No, for my breath is filled With wind That rattles past the hands Of ticking clocks And the failing restraints Of Time. My eyes are seaglass And iron and burning, Night dark coal And my voice is the Whispers of the mortal world Of wind and seamless sea, All joint in broken charade, So what am I, You would ask. I am the burning angel. I am the burning angel, Who spews fire In the sky as I blaze, A falling silver star With lightning in the Contrails A theater for you, Seer, Who watches below As I fold my wings And give way to The wind. You know nothing. Not the heat and ice Of the heavens Or the shrieking of The air as you tear past it. From the Earth, I imagine, The sky is some Glorious haven with the Stars and the moon to Greet you when you leave. But you should know better. A star is a trapped Light in the darkness That travels through The void to reach you, Long after it's light source
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Stars. Stargazing one evening you watch as a bright star disappears. What happened? Was it really a star? Tell the story either from your perspective -- as a viewer -- or the perspective of the star or whatever it was that disappeared.