the moon shines as the stars laugh,
dripping with silhouettes of golden tears.
the sun stands still, and she sees the chained maiden,
Andromeda, the constellation of her skeleton
watching the people on Earth
and drizzling feathery dreams
full of pastel colors, magic and life.
star clusters sprinkle sticky snowflakes
that taste like warm syrup and soft love
giving fish the strength to swim upstream.
Corvus stares from above, hungry for a meal,
but the stars on their scales blind him.
currents run, washing worries away,
to where the galaxy will guard them.
but smoke rises from the ground, twisting
the stars and sun into bullets that rain down
to the cities, becoming dirt and grime
as the sky cries out for her children that she lost
to the evil-
the Evil that we made.