As Soon As the Sun Goes Down...

Those little glowy thingies,
We call them “stars”,
Come out.

To many people,
that is all they’ll ever be;
Those glowy little “stars”,
that only appear at night.

But to me,
I know they are only disguises;
For our protectors, our guardians,
our night angels.

And as soon as we turn our backs,
they swoop down and tap our shoulders;
And as soon as we turn around,
they are back up in the sky.

They watch our every move,
changing our fates as needed;
Good or bad we will be,
though they will help us with good.

And as soon as their job is done,
they start to fade, start to age;
And after they are gone,
another guardian takes their place.

And this all happens,
As Soon As the Sun Goes Down.