A thousand stars painted the night sky with its brilliance,
Each lonely and jealous of the other,
Yet the people beneath watched in awe,
Unaware of the ire,
That filled the stars never ending fire.

Nobody guessed, 
The ire, the jealousy,
the loneliness of the stars,
That fired their very beings;
According to the humans beneath,
They were just too lethally perfect.

Only one did,
With eyes like the deepest night,
She looked up at their might,
Understood their jealousy and that never ending ire;
For she felt it in her bones,
For her heart burned of the same fire.

So she watched the stars every night,
Beheld the dangerous sight,
Her only light.

And so she stared at the stars ,
As the stars stared back.

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