Wormwood

A STAR CALLED WORMWOOD

Why when you shine so brightly do you die inside?
A silver lining named for you is hidden by your doubt
and clouds of thunder roar because you weep

Your bitter heart sinks wrinkled in your grief,
the blood of life you spat into the darkened earth
Your choice was death eternal rage and pain

All your beauty glitters cold and hard
turned brittle by your frozen pride
Unbending you will break before you fall

So declared are you a dying star
Wormwood you are named forevermore
destined to extinguish light
cancel life as you collide
with those who with you turn aside

you will be mourned as one long lost
as one who chose to burn to ashes

and your embers' fading glow
will in deep of night then sleep at last.