Of the birds and stars
The world is a nasty, evil, disgusting place
so much that it burns worst than Hades' realm.
All we can see are deceit, filled with lustful hate.
As the grim reaper beckons soul after soul
In all evils, we have that one thing of feather,
Hope. She sings the greatest song of them all,
residing in every heart, hurt only by grief.
Let the little bird perch in you and sing its birdsong
Love is like the Northern Star. Shining always,
be it in the day where you know none of its presence
or the deep, darkest hour of the night, shining that ray,
that very ray that keeps you going on and on and on.
Fear not my princess, for the star and bird are always with you,
just like how our strings of the stars will entwine us in due.
-cj
CJ 
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