TWILIGHT SATELLITE
She was the bombshell
and I the bomb site.
I’m the wreckage born
from battles might,
She, the dawn,
reborn in light
Flirting with our infinite flight,
my wings fly dark as hers ignite.
Unsuited to a heavenly sight.
To much dismay,
She outshone my might.
Until she left
ascending to light.
Twilight satellite, a star so bright
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