Comfort in pain
The night is a lonely stranger,
deserted by gruesome infidelity
cursed to wail at the gathering of stars
that kiss the delicate light of circuitous.
it surrendered it's might,
the beauty of its decored sky,
the marvel of it's delightful clouds,
the joy of its colourful thunder,
to awake petrichor from a barren desert.
to bring joy to life
only to be abandoned by adultery.
The moon kissed the stars each night,
while the night wept in misery.
a world it created in love.
yet the moon chose the stars over.
I console your pain, O night.