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Insurgent

He’d rather lurk in the shadows
The safety of his comfort
A ghost of the night
Master beneath the moonlight
The longing of men to behold
For the beauty of his countenance
And the sonority of his harp

Then the stars converged
For the fear of this one
A threat to their sparkle
Or so they thought
War they waged
Oh they raged

They sought the counsel of the moon
The sage of the skies
To silence this one
That he may thrive no more

They forget that they excel in splendor
And are the beauty of the night skies
They forget he is the reflection of their shine
And his glory is ultimately theirs

To them, He is the terror of the night
Minds spooked by the beauty of the ghost
Threatened by his transient applause

Little do they know
That the earth desires the stars
More than a pretty ghost
For he can only offer what they have to give

The sage understands
But the stars?
They know so little

Seye Maj

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A lover of Jesus, music and poetry. Wordsmith; 'cos I believe in the power of words.

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