Fleeting lights like fireflies brighten the darkness
With hissing booms set to destruction
The ship at edge to heighten, Woes.
We cry for we are lost.
In a world that does not want us.
Cast aside. Dejected. Unlov-ed.
Oh Wherefore are thou StarCrossed?
If ever so there was a sweeter name
We didn’t not know it.
We mourn, we rage, we will not cave.
We love the lost. We must be found.
Oh #starcrossed love is glorious.
Parting from thee such agonizing sorrow.
We cannot let you go, we cannot go aground.
Copyright 2014 T.L. Burton