Stars

the destinies of kings and fools
are not by stars or planets ruled
but more assured by happenstance
eternity’s coincidence
who knows the fate of anything?
the butterfly that spreads his wings
or the shifting wind on sands
force not our nature’s fickle hands
so hold no sway in comets’ flight
they care not for the mortal plight
as we, they are but dust that burns
and from their ends nought can be learned
save that purpose is as none
and stars will shine when we are gone