Not Even Stars Are Perfect

Not Even Stars are Perfect

Warm security.
Peace broken.
The tender embrace of orbs luminescent,
In anguish depict the resplendent likeness of Cassiopeia.
At the fall of the first shimmering star of the constellation
Tyrannical ire dissipate.
Regret and pity replace.
Rash pride echoes ungrounded into the vastness.
Visibly shaken, Cassiopeia,
More stars break free,
Hail down in brilliant cascade of meteors,
Pure beauty released.
Tall,
Strong,
And Mute,
Orion Stands,
Shadowed by indifference,
Pail and grave as the moon.
Her fiery torment smolders,
At the wane of entropy,
And would extinguish but for his incessant accusations.