Pocket Star - C Jared Castor - Bog

Peculiar little spec of light,
dancing 'cross the blackened night.
Desire all that this star knows,
if you only speak the prose.

Heed my warning if you dare:
Walk this road with greatest care!
A wish, not always what it seems...
Nightmares too are wrought from dreams.

The details, therein lies the doom:
Sweet flowers to adorn your tomb.