Constellations Poetry Novels & Stories

After having a night meal they all went to sleep except Lord Yong, he was in his thoughts while staring at the sky. "The sky has muffled the sheet of twinkling stars that unfolds the subsequent happenings by making some odd constellations. There is a constellation made up of thirteen stars, called Phoenicopterus, which roughly resembles the shape of a dome. This constellation represents the god of miseries and hurdles. Those who are born under it are believed to be unfortunate." Lord Yong thought. Ensuing time won't be easy, the road that leads to conquest is full of thorns and sacrifices. Lord Yong moved to his tent after much contemplation.

The midwives were all sobbing now, the priestesses dropping to their knees, their chants faltering as the air exploded outward. I felt it before I saw it. A pulse. A detonation. Raw, blinding celestial energy tearing through the barriers, flooding the Citadel as it shot up into the sky. I rushed to the window, heart pounding. The clouds were parting. The stars—The stars were moving. They burned bright, rearranging and shifting into new constellations. The moon hung heavy above, glowing with an intensity I had never seen. Its cold light spilled down like liquid fire. And in that moment, I knew.

She was sure of that. “Well, I could compare you to the stars as well. Should I?” he chuckled and then went on. “Sometimes so distant and far away they seem so untouchable. However, the lights they shine are timeless in the way we understand time here on earth. Sometimes they make things out of nothing, and others, they can destroy everything around them, but that doesn’t change how they look as they sparkle against the darkness around them. They are also a beacon of hope and have a calming effect on people like me and you. Knowing that we once came to this planet as nothing more than spots of dust on a rock. Their beauty is everlasting, and people will see them in lifetimes before and after

Pain stabs at my chest, prickles over my skin, filling me with hatred. The wolves which my sister and I used to sit up listening together now aroused hatred. Irana would wonder into my room some nights and sit next to on the bed, and we'd talk about nothing for hours until we heard the first of the howls. They didn't howl every night, so if it got too late Irana would walk out with a joke of why they weren't singing. 'Maybe they are a little shy tonight' she'd laugh before closing the door. Every night I'd wished for them to sing, but now I wished for them to be silent ghosts, nothing but a bad dream.

A new constellation shimmered into being above them, faint but distinct: three intersecting rings of light, bound at the center by a single star. The world had taken note of what had been forged here. Selene turned her gaze skyward, the reflected glow painting her features in silver and blue. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Mirra followed her gaze, her expression soft. “It’s alive again.” Ronan tilted his head, studying the constellation’s shape. “Three circles,” he murmured, his voice reverent. “Bound at the center.” Selene smiled faintly. “Like us.”

Kayden pointed upwards, and my gaze followed his finger to the sky above. The night sky was a canvas of deep black, dotted with countless twinkling stars. The moon, almost full, cast a silver glow that bathed the entire meadow in a soft light. "That's Orion," Jayden whispered in my ear, pointing towards a distinct group of stars. I followed his finger to see the hunter etched against the sky, a celestial artwork that left me awestruck. As we lay there, stargazing, they started pointing out various constellations - the Big Dipper, Cassiopeia, Cygnus. They shared stories of ancient myths associated with these constellations, their voices creating a magical symphony under the twinkling canopy.

The explosion was silent. Just a pulse of brilliant ink-white light as the first star collapsed into nothingness. One down. Too many to count left. And yet every soul in the realm knew what it meant: The final line had begun. Ashen’s coat fluttered as he stared at the dissolving star. “That’s the first of the Final Constellation.” Kael didn’t need to ask. He knew what that meant now, The sky itself had become a countdown. Each fallen star, a stroke in a sentence they didn’t want to read. “How many stars?”

I winced against the brightness. It began to burn. To itch. To irritate. I rubbed at it. Angling my head just so, I saw it flash to brilliant life. It was the constellation I carried in my head, if turned on its side a bit. The lowest point of the triangle sat between my boobs. Each point of the triangle was connected by thick, glistening lines of energy that traveled from corner to corner. Each corner attached to a center point. Those lines were delicate as clouds in a summer sky. But I knew deep inside that they were unbreakable.

The stars sparkle overhead like tiny diamonds scattered across the dark sky, giving everything an almost magical feel. The poem draws me in through Anara’s soft, rosy lips. Her emerald green eyes glitter toward me like precious gems, even in the faint moonlight. With the sky full of stars, I can make out every freckle on her face, like her own little private constellation. The steady chirping of cicadas and the quiet sounds of the deer nearby seem to blend perfectly with Anara’s voice, turning the whole night into a peaceful symphony.