The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold,

A place once so magical now hurt to behold.

The deep night's cadence sounded of peace no more,

And the moon's shine swayed no longer gold.

For even that which I cannot reach, my tears have stained,

The fragments of a heart shattered, I cannot detain.

Yet my arms still reach to the sky,

Weeping to the stars, I beg "What for must I cry?"

Only the wind's...