They trickle like tears,

Grey-shining reminders of days of glory.

Somehow it saddens the heart

Despite the gladness of their singing-

Suddenly life seems bittersweet.

Starlight leaves with them,

And the world is dimmer,

Despite the light of the sun and the moon.

Despite the continuation of life.

There is an emptiness now

That we did not know had been filled by them,

For starlight has faded

And silver-shining is gone.


To glory that faded over the years

Yet remained no less beautiful,

Even in its autumn.


To fading starlight

As it vanishes over a distant horizon.

The air seems silent,


A vacuum where their singing once filled it.

Farewell, fair ones.

O Firstborn, Farewell.