An Astrology Prayer

How sorrowful it is
To be born under stars
That tell of fire

To only have but a flicker
Of a candle flame
In threat of a simple breeze

Oh, stars, lend me thy strength
To keep my pitiful flame
From dissipating by my own tips

Let it burn bright
As though it was fed
By dry twigs and leaves

Let it burn with passion
Turning over rocks and fields
Devouring my entire being

Just dont forget
Of this fading king
Dying from the soft breeze