Spirits of the Night

I look upon a sky of black,
where have the stars gone?

The stars I saw as a child,
true rulers of the sky.

Dethroned by harsh, orange despots,
"streetlights" we call them.

Bring back the stars, my stars.

My spirits of the night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote this while looking out my window.

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