The Golden Tear

In ages old, beneath a velvet sky, A golden star, a wondrous eye. The Weaver's Loom, they called it true, A beacon bright, forever new.

But one soft night, a fiery streak, The Star Without Light, a tear on its cheek. It plunged from sight, a fading spark, Leaving a void, a lonely dark.

The bards looked up, with tearful gaze, Where once it shone, in starlit haze. A whispered tale, a mournful sigh, "The Weaver's Loom, has flown on high."

Though some scoffed light, and some did sing, Of brighter days, new wonders to bring. A curious change, the night did wear, A shimmering scar, a light so rare.

The bards long gone, their voices fade, But starlight whispers, a memory made. Of golden tears, that fell so bright, The Blinded Veil, in the endless night.

The Star Without Light, a mystery, A missing piece, for all to see. But hope remains, in every spark, That one day soon, it'll light the dark.

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