The Golden Star

A Poem by Ah Lecks

You know the point of death
Your sisters sacrificed knowing
Without mention of the point of the cycle
Your species the only who produce not one
But many in your sacrifice.
The price: death prolonged
Suffering dragged out.
As you deteriorate, your destiny bonds
With your followers and surroundings
A finishing, flashy blow ends not just your own.
Whether those folowers were prosperous,
Or whether They writhed in life,
They all end in same and unison.
Only to be replaced, one leader becoming more.
You know the point of death
You sacrifice knowing, without...

... knowing the point of the rebirth.