Its best to go out with a bang.
Bright dust fluttering on every inch of skin
Because we don’t play, honey.

We are the shining stars that floated out of the sky.
The fairies that walk past you mere mortals.
We are the extraterrestrials that walk on your Earth like we own it.

We don’t expect you to bow down (that’s an outdated custom)
But we do expect your respect 
And demand your attention
When we shine.