Night Sky at the End of November

the moon falls low in crescent red
as if to mourn the stars long dead
whose souls still linger in the night
as distant spectres of their light
and as I wonder, heaven folds
this jeweled blanket ‘fore the cold
and endless empty universe
that watches down upon the cursed
mortals who ’neath it rest
the subjects of it’s celestial jest.

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