Sweet Grief of Poetry

Lonely stars fill the sky,
Darkening lights blink on high.
They seem to cry, or is it sing?
That grieving song, in my ears ring.
Then one fell to peaceful earth
Landing on, the soft green turf.
This fading melody, pain does not bring.
For another has found, this misplaced thing.
They spun a tale, with threads of passion,
But couldn't last, in this ardent fashion.
This fiercesome wolf, this gentle dove,
Soon must part, their sweet, sweet love.
When the sky bled for their own kind;
and when the earth shook for what they couldn't find,
'Tis when the pair, gave each their lives
Without the other, no will to survive.
All waged war, for many's the year.
They ravaged the heavens, giving great fear.
Now all know the horrible mistake,
When forbidding love, all is at stake.