Stars

Stars make up the light, when there's dark.
Maybe they were meant to be that way,
for all the souls that lose their path,
creating more of the everlasting dark.

One step at a time, they say,
being haunted by the last.
Each left behind has its own wrath.
Maybe that's why stars shine,
making the past more of light,
bringing an end to the dark.

Stars don't end the dark; what does is you,
accepting who you are.
When stars are the might to have it all,
and consequentially none at all.