Firefly

Written after watching "Grave of the Fireflies", a sad encounter with a dying firefly.

In starry night, a floating, lazy light - 
A living glow reflecting eldest sight.
Alas, his hue! It now gives up the fight
Upon the ground to fall, to fail, to die.

Why must this star submit to final dark?
Is this, his death, his everlasting mark?
Or will his soul from stillest corpse embark
As though a breath expelled in gentle sigh?

Come back! Come back! Rekindle that bright flame!
Oppose the dark! Your wond'rous light reclaim!
And for your sake, again take hold your name

To float again, in lazy circles fly.