And crushed into myriad pieces infinite.
She was blighted,
Her lustre waned,
But a tiny spark somewhere,
It still lingered in a closed niche.
The innate fire refused to die,
The fiery winds could not douse the bright spark.
Her zest inflamed the tiny spark.
It roared and raged consuming all,
Devouring what came in its path.
The heated inferno reached the skies,
Its dazzle blinding,
All those that had tried to douse it out.
The broken dreams,
No longer in bits,
For she had them all