Zsamar--Not So Pretty

Stars are usually thought out to be this beautiful mysterious glow in the night’s sky, but what if you were to know its true purpose.  Think of lost souls, where beings were not best in the eyes of virtue, being tortured for not living up to greatness.  That cannot be certain but there is an answer to the stars.  Never was there a time with no stars, they are there even if we can’t detect them.  They are always watching, that is something to recall, it has so much importance.  These stars yet don’t perceive it but it’s   imminent, it comes only to the most rotten apples in the tree.  What of the light that outshines them all?  The Sun,  It is the collector, not anything ethereal, just of great significance.  The Sun aligns all the others stars, it is not the most immense but it is in its section with the stars Earth can see.  Different gargantuan stars own different compact stars.  They have their own role for their own division, it is unknown to what they truly are.  Stars give the tiny light they can and they do their best.  Until the Sun comes to make the little light forgettable.  The Moon has not been explored in explanation, not in a way like this.  The Sun has great brightness and the Moon has a lot less of that.  The Moon is out when the stars are and the stars have pathetic light.  Even the Moon defeats them in gloss, it is only the reflection of the Sun and it still is so much greater.  This makes them lesser of what they are, the only thing they can be anymore.  These stars are past mortals who slid straight down the road of dishonorable fate and never recovered from the immoral choices.  They shall look upon us, when the Sun shines and when the Moon reflects.  They shall see what they could have had if they were not to choose the path that lead to all of this cosmic torture.