The horizon tucked in the sun.
As it shrunk away, the moon and stars came out to play.
The night sky became their backyard.
Comets skipped through the air,
Proclaiming themselves kings of the universe.
One young comet became too proud, too bold,
And ventured into forbidden terrain.
Having hovered too close to the earth, it was usurped from the sky,
And dragged ferociously from space with a roar.
Flames devoured its metallic body.
And then it crashed,
Exiled to the abject surface.
Now it waits.
Begging for absolution,
So that it may fly once again.
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