Fallen Star

What happens to a star that falls from the sky?
Does it claim to be an angel sent from a domain?
Or does it act like a spirit guide that has no given name?
Perhaps it becomes a rabbit that guides one through the woods,
And it lights a hundred lanterns along a woven trail.
By chance it can be a fox that taunts the clueless and weary,
And the victims fall blind to its lethal traps of trickery.
The star may be a ghost that haunts a guilty soul,
As it lacks the means to bring redemption to their roots.
A fallen star, in truth, is a ravenous beast
That feeds on matters of dust, and nothing more.
But let imagination run wild through our daring minds
And say a star is just a life waiting to be obeyed,
All to satisfy this world that lacks a candle.

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