Fallen Idol

My eternal sunshine fell from the sky like a fireball of passions gone awry. It engulfed the world in flames. 

It was a horrific sight to see. 

Black and charred are the remains.

It's lonely looking up at the heavens to see the spot where my sun once hung. The sky sits empty and cold. There's nothing left to warm my days and be reflected in my nights. 

What warmth is to be had when an idol falls?