8 views
The dying sun.
That morning the young sun shone
Untainted by the truth
Of a pessimistic journey across the firmaments.
The sun in his glorious splendor
Rose to the center of Heaven
Perched up on the high stage
Where each admiring eye rests;
Yet the dark cloud stole toward his golden sit,
And with sweet temptation it crawled upon his face
Hiding that cheerful heavenly hue!
Now disgrace sprouts in his journey
Towards the desolate west.
Oh, once proud sun
Look how forlornly you go
Towards that cold evening bed.
Blinded by the cunning cloud
Your proud potential no longer within;
Now each eye that formerly was your devotee
Turned away with a prayer to God the father
And a tear to see such power die.
Yet some divine hope may grace
Your evening air and thereby
Emanate some last dying rays
Before the cold night overtakes
Never to rise again!
Untainted by the truth
Of a pessimistic journey across the firmaments.
The sun in his glorious splendor
Rose to the center of Heaven
Perched up on the high stage
Where each admiring eye rests;
Yet the dark cloud stole toward his golden sit,
And with sweet temptation it crawled upon his face
Hiding that cheerful heavenly hue!
Now disgrace sprouts in his journey
Towards the desolate west.
Oh, once proud sun
Look how forlornly you go
Towards that cold evening bed.
Blinded by the cunning cloud
Your proud potential no longer within;
Now each eye that formerly was your devotee
Turned away with a prayer to God the father
And a tear to see such power die.
Yet some divine hope may grace
Your evening air and thereby
Emanate some last dying rays
Before the cold night overtakes
Never to rise again!
Related Stories
