The star's light flickers as it watches the moon,
Do the dwellers of earth see him, he's filled with gloom.
Hunched small in size, he's consumed to core,
-as part of a moonlit sky, isn't he so much more?
Is he just one of many, although it looks as such,
Isn't down there a kid, who loves him much?
and considers him special, reminded of someone afar,
- what if nobody follows him, is he still a lucky star?
Decked around the moon, or blinded by Sun's ray,
Is his fate to live in shadows, come what may,
Is he a marginal character in this tale from earth,
- will his story end in ignominy, just like his birth?
As he shines one last time, and explodes in a blast,
Millions cross their fingers, and make a wish to last.
