A Secret Men Would kill For

 

One second gloomy the next shiny as a sharp blade. Skys have cleared up in an instance by an unexpected wind blowing away dark smoke controlled by your mood swings. Now you can see the shiny bright stars. Each one so unique, glowing its different color. A beaty out waits behind the storm, glowing up the darkness, making the nothingness look like a crown jem. Thousands of miles away higher up than our ego yet holds the power the crown a peasant.

 Just yesterday hope seemed like a fairy tale, one that happens beyond a magic wardrobe. now she sits in a room shining with blinding lights twenty minutes before the sun wakes.Only if one know how to control the  wind they would hold the power of the stars. A secret that men would kill for.