The Dark Star And The Fair Poem by Christopher McInnes

A sonnet to Joe McElderry

There are two stars in my benighted sky
One fair, one dark, and both entitled J.
The fair commends and praises me on high,
The dark despises me, to my dismay.

The fair exalts me to the very heights
And gladly holds me to, like him, be fair;
The dark delights to hold me in despite
And cares not that I fall into despair.

Fair star, you are to me my knight, my knight,
You rescue me from grief on wings of song;
Dark star, you sing, but damn me to the night
And careless, see not when you do me wrong.

I rage if dark usurps the fair above,
Yet when - so sweet – he sings, am filled with love.