She saw stars.
Bright as day in the blackness of night.
Beacons of hope in a perpetual unknown.
But they dulled.
They dulled as did the twinkle in her eye.
They dulled as did the love in her heart.
She now only saw the night.
She saw darkness.
No escape from what seemed eternal.
No escape from what consumed her soul.
She was blind to the guiding lights,
To what made these hours of darkness beautiful.
She gave up on the stars.
She saw nothing.