Dies the Light
The stars have fallen from the sky,
No light to match my own.
I shine out over wasteland,
Over rock and blood and bone.
…
They once called this forest Lantern Waste,
Yet a waste is all around.
Barren is the sky above,
Broken is the ground.
…
I was here at the birth of this world,
And I stand here at its end.
Lamp glowing dimly in long night,
None now on my light depend.
…
I was there with the peoples' ancestors,
Men and birds and beasts.
I shone throughout the winter long,
Shone throughout strife and peace.
…
Shone through the silence of the night,
Shone through clamouring of day.
Yet now only the former's here,
The latter's gone away.
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Perhaps one day my light will fade,
Like the stars who've gone.
But for now, perhaps forevermore,
This lamppost will shine on.
A/N
Idea for this came from a challenge, to use the words "lamp," "ancestor," and "clamouring" in a poem. Stretched it a bit admittedly, but...well, go figure.