Fallen Zest

Stars apprise when come the night,
When zest­ful wings stum­ble from their plight
Of the bravest chal­lenge and reck­less bout,
But held their fists in doubt.

Dreams were great, stars were close,
But their wings for­bid, their spir­its froze.
Now, heav­en was far, so far away,
And guilt marked his face betray.

Once truth­ful eyes pierced the haze,
And all real­i­ty bowed to his gaze;
Now tear-soaked truth lay in his sight,
But all he sees is the stum­ble and plight.

And to the angel’s gravest dis­may,
He was for­got­ten, and dead to the day.


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