Stars-
Bundled up together,
Forming the silent chime,
Stealing them-
Would surely be a crime,
Semi-
Foundation is portrayed,
Look at how they all hang,
Seems the fire crackers-
Have gone bang,
Unison,
They all move,
Towards the center,
Reminds me of a glow-
In an aged lantern,
Middle-
Made up of strings,
Glowing without a shine,
Telling the fate-
Of this last line.
