Like a shooting star

Could my death inspire

The minds of those

Standing far enough away

To only see the beautiful

The luminous.

Having stood any closer

They may observe

I carry as much darkness as light

But in the night sky

It’s a fact I hope to hide.

Having come from

One of those voids

That we still bother naming,

That I may one day

Land on a tangled

And ropy shore and climb

My way to legend.

Crawl to higher ground

To see my own fiery wake

Burn the gaze of watchers

Take their thirst to slake.

– Vagabond Prophet