The little star

A whirling darkness of matter,

A vast lonely place,

It swallows up planets and moons, and galaxies,

Solar systems vanish leaving no trace.

Destruction and evil follow the darkness wherever it heads,

The potential end of the human race, 

The evil gets stronger everyday,

Corrupting life in everyway,

But, one light looks upon us all with a new face and holds us with such loving grace...

In the quiet of deep winter twinkles the little star, 

It watches patiently the ways of the whirling darkness,

It sees and it knows.

The darkness tries to tempt us,

But spreading its light the star reassures,

It shows us the way. 

This little star is meek,

A star for the people, a star for the weak,

Though little it is bold and brave,

It heads to the dark matter,

And the dark matter is overcome,

The weak become strong for as long as they cling to the star dust trail, they cannot fail or fall, for nothing is impossible for the star, and with it we will go far,

Far away from darkness and death,

Far away from lies and deceit.

So be it!

It is done,

Mission complete!

As it was told, it will happen.

Fore the universe and life itself revolve around this little star, 

But, don't look upon it from afar,

Let it's light fill you and it's love consume you,

And you will radiate all this,

And live surrounded by light in everlasting bliss!