I dedicate this poem to all the girls who once shone so brightly and now feels like they have lost their light. Remember though, that once a star, always a star. We will be reborn in the womb of the Goddess and shine brightly as ever. She was a star She was Hydra herself. Until he wished upon her And she fell from the sky. He took her on a roller coaster ride, Created their own private world. Confined in a euphoric standstill Sweet intoxication - she's wasted, it's painful and most beautiful Under the May full moon. He kisses her against the wall before the clock turned twelve She's trapped in those arms that promised forever. It was an excruciating fall when he chose to let go. Blinded by counterfeit lights Watching fragments of kaleidoscopes of pseudo rainbows In his artificial world. She slowly opened her eyes Saw that there are other celluloid stars sprinkled in the diamond sky tonight She was Hydra, the brightest Yet the most solitary one. Her light diminished, She j