I was raindrops falling

That capture mischievous moonlight.

I was the song of wilting petals

And the waning night.

I am a lost nursery rhyme

That aging souls mourn.

I am flaking around the edges.

Looking so forlorn.

I will fall from the twisting tongues

of scheming poet sparking, blinding.

I will taste metallic like stardust.

Finally doing more than existing.