Othello
The Children’s Stars
The Children's Stars
Often times, now and
then I remember what
I can grasp, these
memories are my last.
When in deep sorrow
I weep to clense my
soul.
I would take walks
down by the river hoping
that the stars that were
once in my eyes could
be seen again.
I drank by candle light
in the company of strangers
and would often defend
the honor of a woman in
the face of danger.
I would preach yet
not confess, the
kisses that would
fall upon my lips
and gently caress.
Drink to illuminate the
mind, my way I could not
find, to lay my head to
rest.
I was swept away like
the spirit’s carried
by flower petals on
the wind.
Diana when young would
sing ballads in the
wood by the stream
Fairytales big and small
about giants and gnomes
short and tall is what
she sang about with a
voice sweet and sirene.
One day she wished, not a
star was found in the
sky, to sing with the
angels on high.
Venus look down upon
Diana with favor, shef
will be blessed for all
to see and no longer will
the children cry.
It has come to pass in our
lives that Diana has joined
the stars that once were
in the eyes of the young.
Quiet now, she sings the
children to sleep their lives
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