The sky is bright

But the Stars are cold

Like eyes, they twinkle

Ancient and old

Looking down on the Earth far below

They watch and wait,

And what’s more, they know

They look down, older than time

Staring at me

Like I’ve committed a crime

One must wonder,

If I were to poke a god in the eye

The Stars, would they blink, or fall from the sky?

Though it seems, at times, a great deal odd

They’re just balls of gas,

Not the eyes of a god

Stars hold a magic all of their own

It grips the world, like a dog grips a bone

The Sun, bright and golden

With its skin scorching rays

Can’t hold a candle to their cold, searching, gaze

The Sun sears your flesh

But the Stars steal souls

I look at the sky

And in the Heavens, see Holes.