Mortal Starlight

Heavy doses of adamant will

Collide with creative skill

Perhaps creation is not so merciful

But what is creation to the mind

Which can paint worlds of its own

Nothing will last forever

Not stars nor stone

Everything erodes

Explodes

Withers

Humankind is weak

Held back by their own

Clawing for the stars

When gravity drags us down

But until light and freewill fades

Humankind will soar

Because it must

We are makers

We are painters

We are explorers

We are creators

We can be gods

Gods who mold the heavens

Weave the fabric of spacetime

And create a multitude of worlds

And an abundance of stars

Stars that are immortal

Stars that shine forever in the dark