She could give me skies of phoenixes with rich hues of tangerine, above the oceanic waters. She could bring in the mystical waves, pulling me towards aurorae of bliss, a world without a care. She could blossom lilies and roses in lush green meadows, make the autumnal sunshine captivate my soul and release it in the breeze. She could give me sleepless midnights under scintillating stars, and make the lunar luminosity paint my skin. But instead she let the celestial constellations bring darkness unto me, to steal all my light from within.💫