Stargazer
Shoot through the sky on your violet rays,
Ride the solar flares to victory.
The last of humanity brought you to light the way.
An endless night, a trifecta of doom.
You skated on rollerblades with pink wheels,
Hair the colour of candyfloss – eyes brighter than Orion.
Red sunglasses despite the incoming clouds.
Headphones playing a symphony of something new,
Roll on by.
A lone star on a tired world,
A ball of lighting in a mini skirt.
There were stars on her tights,
and her laces were made out of moonbeams.
Strike me down – bring me to life.
Condemn me with all your might. Smite me.
Just let me watch.
Ride the solar flares to victory.
The last of humanity brought you to light the way.
An endless night, a trifecta of doom.
You skated on rollerblades with pink wheels,
Hair the colour of candyfloss – eyes brighter than Orion.
Red sunglasses despite the incoming clouds.
Headphones playing a symphony of something new,
Roll on by.
A lone star on a tired world,
A ball of lighting in a mini skirt.
There were stars on her tights,
and her laces were made out of moonbeams.
Strike me down – bring me to life.
Condemn me with all your might. Smite me.
Just let me watch.
Perry Wyatt is a Welsh writer with a love for all things strange and magical. She is a true jack-of-all-trades wordsmith, with screenwriting, journalism, and two novels under her belt. Poetry is her most recent adventure.