What happens to a star?

What happens to a star
when it fades into the night?
Does it weep unseen tears?
Does it fight for its old light?
Does it bow out gracefully,
humbly, willingly?

Yesterday a great cynosure,
today less than mediocre.

But who cares about a burnt-out star?
It had its chance in the spotlight,
limelight,
burned bright
for years.
And now it is out of sight,
weeping lonely,
invisible
tears.