𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘻𝘦𝘥.

--On a burning star, in a pair of withered slippers. 

His end, gnawing from millions of light-years away. 

His mind was afloat, his soul battling the clutches of the reapers. 

He wanders in oblivion. 

Bathing the dream flakes of star burst. 

His laughter; cheery and youthful bounces off the walls of space and time, 

He is the focus, they orbit; the planets of nine. 

Dancing and swaying to the tunes of the blinking stars, he wishes to live. 

-Even if only in a fantasy. 

He prays for this escape to be eternal, 

To forever soar through luminescent skies in this havana.

No longer weaved by the strings of his plight, 

He tries to dance, on the fragments of his starlight.