Captured the brightest constellation and wrapped around the heart like the festive lights.
And hung the solitary moon on the face like a proud lone bird in the sky of spinning tornadoes.
Melodies of her sweet appeals to the monsters of past rang in the lost forbidden tale in the distant isles of isolated forgiveness.
This time she was the cure, ready to heal the monsters and morph them into eternal lights with her magical stardust.
She chose them to be the brightest stars in her constellation.
Once they snatched away her stars and left her under the blanket of nothingness.
But this tale was different.
Not every tale had the same rhyme.
For every heart had a different tale to tell.