As love betrays...

(A story of how the moon ultimately ’betrays’ the sun to dance with the stars. Or was it the sun, who betrayed the moon? And how the stars came to dance with the moon in comfort.)

Breathe in his fire,

Let it spread it

Like spider webs

Across your lungs.

And let it,

Make you,

Cough

Out

The

Pitch black darkness

That holds you a,

prisoner.

And spill into, the sky surrounding you

As you aglow,

A Silver White and Grey.

It’s warm

And unlike

Any fire,

A burning,

Hope

That feels like,

Pink and Yellow.

Glowing,

A light orange of

Peach.

Wolves howl,

Singing to the

Reflecting

Light of

Midnight blue

Of yours,

As you

Respond

To his fire.

“An eternity,”

You reply,

Speaking with,

Confidence.

Beaming with

Happiness,

He gifts

You winter.

You love it.

A gentle

Voice as

It hums in

An expressive

Croon.

Cold yet,

Holds

A Comfort

You can’t

Explain.

It is your season.

Like how,

Summer is

His.

Your favourite

Time of any

Lifetime

Is the,

Total Solar Eclipse.

A meeting arranged by

his brothers and his sisters--

The stars.

A physical

Closeness,

between

You and him.

As Red-Orange,

Fills you.

A few minutes

Of bursts, of

passion red.

And the gravely

Goodbye that follows...

Before your next

Meeting with him.

The Partial Solar Eclipse,

Follows.

It’s a surprise.

A pleasant surprise.

A hug,

By him.

Arms wrapping

Around you partially

As he emits lights,

A protective hue

Of Ultraviolet rays.

Announcing,

To the Universe,

You are,

his.

As he is,

yours.

Daring,

For them

To challenge

Him.

Your wedding

Happens during the,

Annual Solar Eclipse.

A full ring looping around you.

Then,

the

Lunar

Eclipse

happens...

and,

everything,

Falls...

His

fire

breathes

into

you.

There is no warmth.

There is no affection.

Only,

a

reflection

of fake, in

the Irises.

Winter follows,

Writhing uncomfortable in the hearts,

White everywhere...

Without a speck of colour.

Without a touch of

Him,

As the snow falls.

As cold increases, in

Alarming rates.

From then on,

Winter became

A harsh

Reality.

Just as summer

and daytime

belongs only

to the

Sun.

Bursting with

Quantaities of

Bright Yellow.

Winter

And nighttime

belongs to

The moon and the stars,

as they dance.

As stars emit

A ball of

Blue flames

From far lengths,

Yet, still

Luminating

The night sky

In Midnight

Blue.

However,

Forever..

Will

Winter

Exist.