Born in a quiet wind she was The first one there to see the light. As a gift to the world of night From the wise kindness of stars. Unfit to see the world she was. While brothers set the world alight Feeding their growing appetite She had eyes for nothing but stars. Blind to their craving too, she was, To suns they coveted with might. And them, deaf to her wise insight, Consumed with greed and rage all stars. Fire filling their eyes, it was Them their hunger came to ignite, Turning all to flames in their fight, Stoked by the dying breath of stars. Amidst burning embers there was A little girl shaking in fright. A hand grasped her, holding her tight Taking her closer to the stars. Out of breath too the old one was She looked at the girl in the night To give what all had died for: light For instead of eyes she had stars.