Literature
Starfire
In my youth, I was embraced by the night.
Ever taken was I by that vast inky nothingness.
Ever walking towards that tiny, distant lamp.
Ever searching for something to help me brave the dark.
And as I walked, I grew cold and weary and desperate.
I looked up into the face of it,
into the vast unblinking void, and courted the stars.
One star.
I took it from the heavens where it was perfect
and made it small.
For light. For warmth.
For survival, I stole fire from the sky, and hid it away in a lantern.
My lantern.
How arrogant. How naive.
How foolish to think that I could take that fierce, unflinching light
and cage it.
I stole the fire fro