And mashed into myriad pieces,
She was blighted,
Her lustre waned,
But a tiny spark somewhere,
It still lingered in a closed niche,
That the fiery winds could not douse.
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.