We sat and discussed once upon a time,
gazing into the plutonian unknown of the night.
Forgetful of our future discourse,
gazing into the death of light.
Stars an eternity away wailing,
and in our eyes we watched them die,
unaware like bird and beast,
it was their time long ago,
We gathered life within our grasp,
blazing spark of the fireflies.
I said to her,’ do you think they see the heavens?
Caught within our mighty hands,
echoed their pale illuminations,
we laughed with a childish rasp,
at our Olympian machinations,
as we crushed them against the pavement.
In an attempt to write in ungainly font,
glowing syllables that our fingers trace,
with blood of a creature we as gods forgot,
precious life is always lost.
In moments of violence disguised as divining,
we gloat in respite of childhood responsibility.
Drifting away from who we once adored.
As the chill of this nepenthe soaks memory,
I inhale with my soul so sorrowful and laden,
broken by the failures my past self sought,
walking forward into perhaps a final sleep,
I’ll dream of us once again,
slipping into the plutonian nevermore.