The flying birds painted on the sky's canvas with shades of bloody red and blues of sea, while the mighty Sun slowly blew out the birthday candles.
The darkness fell and patiently waited for the queen of the night.
The sky soon wore her exquisite pitch dark gown, adorned with countless glittering stars.
Another night and a new face of night, another new phase of dear moon.
She strung the crescent moon on her face and sat on her throne with her strange aura awakening the Earth beneath her feet.
The beautiful attire of the sky lured the forlorn girl for her long awaited coronation.
Along with her pen, her true crown and her kingdom, the bewitched blank pages waiting to be filled with her magical strokes.
She approached the night for her true identity, which she lost in broad daylight.
The invisible queen bowed to the queen of night.
Both together..
Ready to rule the kingdom of darkness with inked hearts.