Her Heart

The brightest stars dim,

Fades to a shine slim.

The sky then lost a gem,

Incomplete without them.

Shine gives way to dark,

The crystals go out to black,

She glances up with hope,

Yet sees no silvery rope.

Her now cold heart was the same, 

The joy once held great fame,

Is it gone for good, no coming back,

Or will she wake, go past the black?