• Fallen, the bright and glorious star...
    Denied of radiance in all things beautiful,
    Denied of hope in all thing joyous...
    The ash-tail screams the untimely descent,
    Muted in the darkly lit heavens.
    No time more fitting...
    No hour more perfect than here;

    Falling, she hears voices -
    Witnesses to her pilgrimage:
    Heard the prayers of many people
    Young and old
    Reaching out their hands
    Pointing their fingers
    In awe-filled wonder.

    Their anguish and grief,
    Their needs and desires.
    She felt their hearts
    And cried for the people,
    Cried for the fatherless,
    The motherless,
    For the fathers and bothers,
    For the sisters and mothers,
    The worn, the unloved,
    The oppressed...

    In time shortly sweet,
    She wished to console
    And carry them in her arms.
    She cried out to these people
    And brave took upon herself,
    A Martyr unseen,
    To carried with her
    Their wishes, splashing
    Ribbons into blue.