The sun strains
As it holds up the sky
For it knows that when it dips
My dreams will die
The embers of dusk
Herald a warning
That hope has fled
And will be gone until morning
The bleakness of
A starless night
Chills the soul
Pierces it with fright
Until at last, the edge
Of that fiery sphere
Casts golden rays
Of hope everywhere
Fiery Sphere


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