Poets' Practice Pad

The night, as quaint as a relic,
held a live competition,
nothing much, just a lowbrow
talent show for a little dance
to explode fire seeds
for an earthly stage career
in a summer horror drama
blessed by the Lord.
And the stars with
minimal professional experience,
unaware of any glittering pain,
dashed into terra's skies, looking
for accolades from every corner and
not realizing that each debut
is a kind of departure.


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Write a poem to create a legend, myth, or fairytale about falling stars.