History of the Stars
Listen little one
And the stars will speak
Though the tales they tell
Aren’t pretty or pleasing
Earth’s history wasn’t always
Quite so bathed in blood.
But the stories of the stars
Tell of human history
And sometimes it seems
We could tell history
As bloody horror stories
Fit only to haunt nightmares.
No, not a pretty tale at all.
Not fit for you, dear child.
Scariest of all though, little one
Telling the tale will come to you
What you do, the stars will keep.
Whether you bathe the tale in blood
Or astonish the stars with peace
Is entirely up to you.
So sleep sound little one
This burden is not yet yours.
Some day, you will whisper prayers
Over the heads of your own sleeping children,
Wishing this burden wasn’t theirs
As I wish it wasn’t yours.
Good luck little one,
I hope you never need it.