The Stuff of Stars
Beyond the mist her beauty waits
As firefly's dance around her
Far beyond the golden gates
But never far to wonder
This is a tale of century's old
And through the years will wander
But now and then it is told
You can see her starry wonder
When you peer up through the cold, cold, cold
Or even in the darkest nights
You'll see a strange array of lights
And know why this was told
Beyond the mist her beauty waits
As firefly's dance around her
Far beyond the golden gates
But never far to wonder
This is a tale of century's old
And through the years will wander
But now and then it is told
You can see her starry wonder
When you peer up through the cold, cold, cold
Or even in the darkest nights
You'll see a strange array of lights
And know why this was told
Poem by: Criniti
