"False Light"

In the darkness, the first cast of light is always the brightest, A joy to be around, that kindest, Most effulgent star in the boundless sky. Her smile a beacon, a light her presence, a warmth that fills the room, a shoulder to lean on, to weep upon. My star, my false light, why has your shine faded? Did time deal you a cruel hand? Was your glow merely a veil, a distraction from the rot within?