Stardust.

The ghosts came back again.

In the pouring rain, I walked down my street. It was nearly pitch black, but the street lights were cold and brilliant.
And from every street corner, they came. Whispering. whispering...

and the time came. the dancers fell through the ice. tears fell up. down. raining.
it looks like acid rain tonight. this misery that they bring is ephemeral.

and a shockwave blasted through the city. the sky gleamed and changed to white. crack. crack. boom.
and the sky began falling. pieces of white. fragments of stars. stardust. moondust.

and the city froze. when such wonders fall glittering from the sky, how can one ignore it?

and somewhere. somewhere in the city, someone's dreaming ends. their eyes are wide open. crazed ambition fills their glassy gleam. their eyes fill with it.

and all of their blind ambition left them deaf with perfect vision...
how on earth did they end up in the fireplace?

I can't stand it anymore. I simply collapse. These ghosts will not leave me.

And a shockwave echoes through the city. The stardust falls.
Such wonderful, glittering misery.