Dying Sun

A dying sun
Burns red
As it dwindles
To its death

The callous sky
Folds and blackens
As an endless night
Slowly beckons

Spidery fingers
Puncture clouds
As they drag the darkest
Of curtains down

A furnace of words
In your stomach
Waits for you
To summon your courage



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