The Plea For A Star. Poem by Nicholas James Warburton

From the green grass spread among the hills,
To the fields of yellow dandelions,
The worlds such a beautiful place,
For such cruel intent.
Carved by angels,
But a core made by demons,
Where plains of justice and injustice collide,
With innocence stuck between.
In such blindness,
Lives are lived and fought,
Betraying that everything is just and fair,
Then how do the innocence left in this world become victims,
The cruel and violent are nothing but left to their own doing.
I clench my heart and plea to thee,
I'd give my heart and soul to keep her from this miserable blight,
My body is yours so is my soul,
Just take mine instead of hers.
For all the good in her heart is far more than mine,
I'd carry her pain,
her misery and her despair,
A thousand times for her.
So I beg thee,
For everything I am,
Everything I have done and to do,
I plea to you,
Do not take the brightest star in my world,
I need her to light the way.