Starsickness Poem by Valentine Cinnamon

There is a child who dreams of stars;
his breath, marred by countless scars
rattles in his fair chest.

His mother cries in the night
and tends to him while in Death's sights,
he lies white and moribund.

She sees Death watch over him,
on such a night, serene and grim,
she weeps the hymn of tragedy
and begs God to shield her son.

Her words fall on cold ears,
and, indifferent to her tears,
The Reaper steals him with apathy.