Darkness engulfed her, There was no hope of light..
Days passed, then months, then years, But nothing seemed to be right.
Seasons change they say, And night turns into day..
Autumn turned into spring, And sun was shining on the hay.
She turned towards the sun, And it glowed on her face..
She soaked the brightness, There was no hurry, no race.
Gleaming with happiness, Brimming with Joy..
Astounded by the change, She felt a bit coy.
Scared she was, for seasons would change..
Sun promised not to leave & turned a bit orange.
Both were happy, Both comforted..
They would be together & not deserted.
Little did they knew of the looming eclipse..
The sun turned away at the first glimpse,
For her it was doom, an apocalyse.