luminosity had all but weaved its last
expiration, where it kept that which
converged on its illumination as it
receded in distance but never removed
from its enclosing embrace.

For when these lighthouses in the darkness
succumb to the inevitable throws of
consciousness and descended with in
themselves. All was consumed and
expelled in exasperating frustration.

A single lamination was all that what once
was. Its sorrow began to preoccupy all
that was burdened in to the sorrowing
retribution. All fell beneath it, exhumed
from there places into nullity, and tears fell.

So many illuminations once lustful in there
symmetry had now become tears of creations
unweaning. forfeiting there once gleaming
stance, only one was left in a lagoon of nothingness.
Frail and weak watching all dance upon its breath.

It instituted its falling, as a tear of purity fell.
But in its descending  it became as onyx and
this juncture was now preordained. Not one
to fall to the whims of others, she just uncoloured
in form and faded into herself becoming no more.