Domesticated Angel

Part 15

 Like the slow changes of the seasons, days passed.

The raging fire that once thrashed with vitality 

Had turned into nothing but charred remanants  

And a thick black smoke that would one day build up so much

That it would c h o k e her in her sleep. 

That faithful day, 

She would open her tear stained eyes

At the d e a d of night.

She would g a s p for every breath

For her inflammed lungs.

Her heart would feel a sharp pierce while

Her brain was racked with dull aches.

She would try to call out for help

But all that would escape was a feeble whimper.

And then...

She would pass out; exhausted but no longer in pain...

Never to wake again. 

"The apparent magnitude of a star lasts only temporarily. Brighter stars are not immortal, nor do they escape the claws of death. If anything - the brighter they burn, the sooner they die..."