Do not swear by her, for she changes

constantly, warned she.

But change is inevitable

and she keeps me warm.

Her rise promises me comfort and security

and her death, the promise of tomorrow.

She is my keeper and the biggest fraud

for her light is but a mere reflection

of someone else's greatness.
 

But still, she stays.

She is his rock

and mine as well.

In the dead of night, when all is still and somber,

she never fails to deliver me hope.