The Dying Of The Light

Take me away, to a land of oceans,
Where the land is swallowed by the withering waves.
Where the water is swept by the buffeting wind,
And a red darkness envelops the sky.

Where the stars are dying in the dark night,
There shall the solar wind fall.
To bury the last strands of the final light,
The forest trees stand tall.

The clouds are the enemy,
Who have captured the evening light.
The hail of rain pierces the oceans black,
As it falls through the mourning night.

Destroying waves rise a mile high,
But still can't free the sun.
The bleak horizon darkens with tears,
Falling from the dying sun.

How can the moon now rise,
Without the sun's light?
What's beyond the clouds no one shall know,
For the sun has lost its final fight.