Momentary Brilliance

Even the brightest star in the sky
will one day become a black hole
the burning light of hopes and dreams
turned desolate and cold
Once wished upon, once admired
once lighting up the night sky
finite beauty must retire
the luminous glimmer must die
Allure is only temporary,
elegance brief
the entity of fervor eventually scars
and the coveted's alacrity soon retreats.
No one gazes upon the burned out stars