The stars were what she liked most about the sky.

Then, they started to fall.

Cascading dreams and forgotten hopes

Piled at her feet.

Hatred and cynicism

turned the stars black and cold.

Wasted time

Crumbled them to dust.

How to live without hope?

Without a star in the sky.

Nothing to cling to

No hope; no future.

Her heart turned to stone

Without the light of a star to keep it alive

Ire festered to fuel

Vengeance and despair.

The love of another lit a spark

To begin lighting her sky once more.

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