Prompt: A poem about the stars
Tonight the stars are missing
The clouds descend to envelop
A shroud of drifting white
It's easy to forget that above
The stars still spin and spurt fire
The moon still dances her nightly rounds
The dark velvet vault of the sky still arches overhead
And the Evening Star still sends out her light
Trying desperately to reach a blinded lover
Crushed beneath the weight of pain and fear
And fog
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