The Final Flight Of The Sun

Silence is throbbing like a pulse stricken,
And the lands outside swollen with fear.
The last breath of the dying, echoes,
To a land, the Sun can't sear.

The twisted shadows of elder trees,
Shade the cursed flowers doomed.
And all around the river screams in fear,
As the mountains overhead looms.

Heavy clouds wall the dark horizon,
And the rain will yet not come.
For the agony of the sky is evident,
In the tears of the shattered sun.

Far away, the ocean from grace has fallen,
And is still as the gaze of the storm.
Weathered leaves await again,
The calling of the morn.

But through the cloud a ray of light escapes,
And is swallowed by the dawnless sky.
The Sun will die without light it seems,
As the prisoner of rain clouds dry.

But lo! the walls begin to shatter,
As the Morn peeks through a heaven torn.
The Sun has escaped to the morning sky,
And shines like a sunflower at morn.

The morning brings dew to parched lands,
And the Ocean burns bright in flames.
Ignited are the cold mountain tops,
And the darkness retreats in shame.