Once our sky stood studded,
With a million jewels so fancy.
Our world so dark illuminated,
By the distant galaxies many.
And now we live, in perpetual night,
The sky's a blank canvas, an inky sight.
In this world of enlightened blight,
We live, in the brightest of nights.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
