“When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.”

William Shakespeare

Now the Tyrant has killed you.
We take your form and cut it into stars.
We scatter your burnished bits into the night.
The Tyrant falls, face down, into a cesspit.
But you, Teller of Truth, you are high and looked up to.
Honoured.
Remembered.
Shining. Forever.

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Image: Russian icon of Saint Michael the Archangel. Source from Wikimedia Commons Museum of Russian Icons.