Cease to Shine

She decided the end was near.
The stars and moon would cease to shine.
He said he had not one fear.

He dismissed his usual cheer.
Her bellicose demeanor was a sign.
She decided the end was near.

The musician would shed one last tear.
Over her he would continue to pine.
He said he had not one fear.

As a dictator, she was never dear.
On despair she would frequently dine.
She decided the end was near.

To him her plan was never clear.
She yelled, “All power is mine!”
He said he had not one fear.

She would always stop and jeer
At the victims who let out a whine.
She decided the end was near.
He said he had not one fear.

This is a poem I wrote some time ago and I happened upon it today and thought I would share it. I would enjoy hearing your interpretation, because I'm not sure if I even have my own.