I remember the time the sun fled,
Or perhaps perished,
Finally giving way to the obsidian beyond,
I remember it well,
The sun set as it always did,
The world followed its routine to dreamland,

But the sun never rose again,
The morning never came,
She had abandoned us,
All was blackness,
All became deathly cold,
Man knew only artificial light,

A mistake the pundits said,
A punishment the preachers bayed,
Impossible the men of science cried,
And yet the sky proved them false,
The sky remained ever in the night,
Stars flickering as if in mockery,

I look up even now,
The twilight is a funeral pall for us,
The moon refuses to take its place,
Perchance knowing full well the stage play,
Or complicit in this slow oblivion,
A murderer in our midst,

The sun is gone,
Never to rise again,
And the world is choked in her absence.

Comments
  1. Brilliant imagery. πŸ‘πŸ‘

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