When she fell it looked as a star falling.
Even if she was no star but rather alien lifeform...
Her bright to the human eye was just the same.
The heat of her eyes just as deadly.
He found her on his way home,
Within a cave near a river he had seen countless times.
By seeing her, he probably forgot his quest
and people got hurt as a consequence.
She burnt the skin of his hands.
“You are harming me bright star!”
“Where?” she asked in a language that was of course not one of ours.
“In all the worst places” He answered to keep the flow and rhythm of the meeting, not because he knew she had understood his plea. “In all the right ways and places as well” he added and then kept his mouth in silence to protect his tongue from her born bright.
“Then leave, go away” still a different language but with her body she spoke as well and knew he could understand.
He did not move.
He stood there, his quest forgotten and his identity abandoned just the same.
The bright of her fly back home consumed him, for a moment or so his mind was full of poetry that the world would not see or come to know afterwards.
Archeologists in the future found amazed a smiling skull, most of the skin well burnt.
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