“Starlight” from a Tea Cup Witch

People speak of a time before,

a time in a place where night never ends.

A place that the Night King rarely descends from.

Past the heavens, into the eternal beyond,

where stars sparkle and shine with their ethereal bond.

Shining down over the smallest glimmer,

of a girl who's flame who has grown dimmer.

In the dark of the night,

in the place beyond the heavens lies the fragments of her soul.

Wishful thinking and dreams, untold.

When the darkest night will sweep her light,

Even the king won't be able to hold her tight.