The following poem is my artistic piece for this month. It isn’t very good, and is very spur-of-the-moment. The opening line feels plagiarized, but 6 words can’t be copyrighted. 
Star light, star bright,
First star in waning light,
Brilliant scion of the sun in night,
Guide on every sailing wight.
Keep every helmsman’s way clear,
Shine to warn them of land near,
And from danger help them steer,
And shine away all darkness’ fear.
Help them all sail safely home,
Should they wander, should they roam,
Over land or sea of foam,
Through the wide and dark unknown.
Star bright, by star light
Help me find my way tonight
To the Unwaning Light
And the end to this dark night.
For those who don’t get some of the words, “scion” means heir or descendant, “wight” is man (thus the Isle of Wight is also the Isle of Man). As for the rest, well, it’s up to you.
Peace, and cheers,
Red Wolf
