The Hunter’s Blade
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Rockets blazing in a midnight sky,
Roman candles, now fading
the color of our hope
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We build dreams on a flying rock
living, striving, dying like so many sparks,
our greatest foe, as ever, our own minds.
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Time mocks us, a power old and strong.
Meanwhile, the stars look on, untroubled
until one of them explodes.