Atonement

The sky, once radiating with intoxicating abundance,
Now a barren wasteland consumed by utter nothingness.
Nightfall has struck its deadly blow.
The surviving stars, coercing, sullenly glance below,
Complacency replacing anguish,
At the realization of their own reflective brilliance.
Atonement lies across the way,
Rising light to wash away and wipe clean the solitary stars,
As the revolution has come full circle.