Star-fire.

As I gazed upon the star-fire that burned its way through the aperture in my confinement, I were overcome with an essence of familiarity.
For that isolated effulgence rollicked with a fierce rage which captivated the quintessence of her eyes, as if she were undoubtedly fabricated from that very star-fire.
And it were with this admission, my soul were consumed, and my heart erupted with a formidable fixation of affection.
For it were due to the gratitude of such an ignition, that I were gifted with the tender reminder that shards of unadulterated Beauty remain existent in this vast, pitiless universe.
And that I will endlessly endure as a solitary, anathematised to bare witness to a sight of such rarity.

Author's Note

This piece heavily links with an earlier piece of mine titled "Confinement.". It may benefit the reader to read that piece prior to this.

Reviews

[Astrid]

Lovely, such elegant language; quite captivating.

Did you mean to capitalize "Beauty" near the end?

[Luke Cazalet-Smith]

Thank you for taking the time to read a piece of mine; and for the ever so kind words that followed. And yes, I am glad you noticed. Beauty, in itself, is far too alluring to not be capitalised; is if it were personified or an actual title.

[Astrid]

No problem, my pleasure

I see, I sometimes do the same :)