The Star

It fell;

Like a drop of water

On the expanse of a sea.

Albeit beautiful, sweet chaos,

It was destruction.

It raged;

Across the Prussian-tinged sky,

Lit by millions of stars.

Seems ridiculously stunning,

The death of something bright.

It dropped;

Dipping between fluff,

And the starry dusk.

Felt peaceful,

The ruin of a source of light.

It rushed;

Along a plethora of bright dots

That crowded the sky that winter night.

Like a shining star,

Shooting across the dark.