Poetry About The Night Sky Novels & Stories

Now, I fear that we’re losing ourselves. I sit at the window, staring at the blank night sky. I know there are stars…somewhere. Just not here. Whatever blinks in this sky is not made from light but from metal. I try to picture it in my mind, what it would look like uninhibited by the city’s lights. But I fail. “Miss? It’s almost time for dinner.”

I made sure to not leave out anyone who had lost their lives at the hand of Alastor. As the last note of the violin rings out in the night, lanterns begin filling the sky. It’s like fireflies dancing across the sky as the lanterns flicker while climbing higher and higher into the night. They eventually, slowly begin fading from sight as they start blending into the stars that are twinkling in the sky.

To travel as far as the lights go and to bask in its Glory as it defies everything that the night represents. I stay there for a long period marveling at the night and the large moon decorating the night sky and the stars looking like neatly cut sprinkles of white paper on a black canvas. It is beautiful. I keep staring until the cold starts to bother me. Better to go inside now before I end up catching a cold. I'm not going to be sick because I feel abandoned.

She snuggled into Dante's arms, finding a comfortable spot, and they watched the sunset together. Before long, she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Everything in this world had cracks—that was how the light got in. Years later, Camellia would reflect on this thought and realize that Dante was her ray of light. Though he was not the brightest and most blinding light, he stayed with her through every long night, warming her through the coldest winters.

She grumbles, and turns to look at the edge, where the whole imperial city is visible in the pale moonlight “You come here every night?” I nod, and tug at the sleeve of her shirt to lead her behind a dome rising on the roof. It should be enough shelter from the wind. Dinah and I sit down, our backs to the glass dome of the palace. Here, the night sky stretches out for as far as the eye can see. It seems as if the earth has vanished, and we’re lost in a sea of black, scattered with clusters of stars. “I’ve never,” Dinah says softly, her eyes reflect the sight above us “I’ve never seen such a bright sky before.”

BLUE’S POV. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, we found ourselves riding through the wilderness, miles away from the Moon light pack. "Are we still far from the Eli mountains?" I ask once more, frustration creeping in after hours of riding without a town in sight. The sun was setting, and the insects were swarming. Exhausted, I swatted at a mosquito on my hand and muttered, “I am getting tired, and it is getting dark so quickly."

The Song of the Stars The night was vast and endless, a dome of shimmering constellations spread across the horizon like a celestial tapestry. The cool breeze carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the whisper of leaves, a symphony that seemed to echo the stillness that followed the storm of recent events. Lyra stood at the cliff’s edge, her cloak dancing with the wind as she gazed into the distance where the first traces of dawn began to paint the horizon in hues of violet and gold.

His touch sent a small shiver down my spine, but in the best way possible. We walked outside, and the cool night air wrapped around us. The stars above shimmered brightly in the sky, their glow like tiny diamonds scattered across the dark canvas. The moon was full, its light casting an graceful glow over the quiet landscape. It was one of those moments where everything felt perfect, like the universe had aligned just for us.

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

I realized, after walking on the empty, deserted road, that walking and crying was not a promising idea. The desolated path was shrouded by a dense canopy of towering trees, their branches interlacing like skeletal fingers reaching towards the heavens. The moon, hidden behind dark clouds, cast intermittent shadows that danced eerily along the uneven pavement. The chorus of chirping crickets filled the night air, their relentless symphony punctuated by the occasional croak of a frog from a nearby pond.