(inspired by @earthbound, others have done them also, so those authors as well.)
Twinkle twinkle little star,
I already know what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Strange we see beauty as they die.
Like a diamond in the sky?
No. I don't wander what you are.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
I already know what you are.
A celestial body doesn't sound as good,
But the image of dying, conjures up blood.
I guess this is a somber rhyme,
But at least I know this is truthfully mine.
I've already said I love the dead,
So dying stars don't fill me with dread.
I see the magic and beauty in them instead.
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