Invalid

（A Tribute to The Skylight Room）
“She was sunk in a pit of blackness, with but that small square of pallid light framing the star that she had so whimsically and oh, so ineffectually named.”

She named a star that had a name
She named it hers and with her soul bestowed
When night fluttered down and ashes grew cold
Invalid! Thus never to be tamed

In this world, the valid are few
Fewer yet, are the invalid, quivering in the sun
So when it comes, in splendors or in none
Saith! It is invalid. It is true.