Hanging in a black oozing sky

floats a brilliant point of night.

Over mountains shadowing blue

glaring down battered sight.

Multitudes glance across its shine

failing to notice its soft sigh.

Yet few do stare and heed its call

and follow to learn chains in time.

And when one does feel lessons learned,

and accepts the untold truth

then fate dost intercede a hand

to impress being’s short turn.