A Star has died, and the world has yet to realize what they have lost, A moon followed her brother and their sky Too.
the Clouds have shed their tears in mourning, yet the mortals think they are fine. by the time they realize their death their mistake will be too far gone to save.
Regulus Black, a star that shined so brightly it might have hurt your eyes if he had the chance to show others what he was.
Pandora Lovegood, A moon that was loved but ignored by many not noticed until all her phases had run out.
Xenophilius Lovegood, A sky that had every color and emotion that most never noticed unless they wanted to criticize.
A Star, A Moon, A sky.
three is such a power in magic, the three fates, the top three gods.
Fate, Magic, Life,
Love, hate,
Light, dark,
Good, Evil,
these humans have pushed it to two sides, but it's never two. never just two even if the third is never noticed until it's too late.
shadow, light,
life, death,
oh, but death sometimes decides not to take, doesn't it?
is it really a Supernova if the star still has more to go?
but then again that's not our choice to make, is it?
life and death
light and dark
light, grey, dark
what is the in-between, if not for those who never had the chance to shine?
but the world will only realize when the snow has fallen,
when the rain has stopped,
when they're too far into their own impulsion to stop it.
the fire has run too far up the string to stomp it out.
What is a Star born for if not the ever-impending death of itself?
but
they come back
(Back before Tom riddle was Voldemort, When he was just a school boy, a girl and a boy wake holding hands with a gasp a not a second later, a younger boy wakes beside them tears in his eyes gasping as if he drowned)
always a spark left among the debris
(The three sit up slowly hugging each other tightly as they cry)
Always a Super Nova