Death of the Sun

Nothing more
Than the cold
Whispers now
A riddle of the dead without end

An incise
Was the crime
Taken eyes from the fairest of heirs

Taken love
The betrothed
A foolhardy walk in his steps

Taken blood
Not enough
Reticent, the fierce

Gazing at skies above them
Wondering what lies beneath their feet
Blazing forth, miles overhead
Uneasy, threadbare vagary

Lest the wind
From our sails
Push us forth
Addled are the proud many

Carry on?
How can we
With heavy hearts drowning

Gazing at skies above them
Wondering what lies beneath their feet
Blazing forth, miles overhead
Uneasy, threadbare vagary

Fire, burning bright
And no one to save him this time
Empyrean mirror ignites
Plunging forth into the brine
Lost to thee, for all of time
Now hallowed and holy collide



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Betthauser
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