a sequel short story, by guest author Jonathan David
As we walk through the woods,
we try with all our might
to make memory of this beautiful night.
For we stand under the stars of the sky.
We talk til day has come,
and sun has risen.
As we walk through the woods,
I can’t help but grieve.
For it is a time of sorrow,
a time of loss,
a time of death,
a time to mourn with what’s left.
But the war is over,
the war is won.
We have battled the last battle
and we have won!
Peace has fallen,
ground is regained.
Plants regrown,
buildings rebuilt,
as we walk through the woods.
I can’t help but think about these times,
after the war, many have lost.
Many are injured,
and many are gone.
Many are stuck, in words of anger.
Others in poverty,
Still more in grief.
And I look to the stars,
for in the sky we can find the everlasting beauty,
The moon, the stars, and the planets,
All in one place.
Orian and Casspiera.
Usar and lio, and their minors.
Scorpios and teacup,
And bootes too.
Oh the wonders you can find.
Mercury and Jupiter and Venus and Mars and
Polaris and Vega and Sirius and Arcutus.
But the sun comes up, and the earth goes round,
And the stars stay the same.
Through the night, through the day.
Through a month, through a year.
As we walk through the woods.
A Sequel, By Guest Author Jonathan David
*please note that teacup isn’t a official constellation
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