she looked up.
seeing the stars more clearly than ever before
in the gorgeous expanse of navy.
i can see the stars, my lady
the moon,
the symbol of her mistress,
glowed an unusually bright silver.
yes, they are beautiful tonight my huntress
zoë nightshade had seen her father for the last time.
as the faces of the survivors faded from her view,
she reached into her pocket,
pulling out a golden coin.
waiting for judgement.
being lead to paradise.