Monday, 8 August 2011

The Silver Sun

Dreary as the silver sun wanes.
The tides mourn with fury,
their oceanic tendrils flaying.
The fauna and flora wither and wilt,
to the hopeless and devoid.
The clouds roar and rumble,
sorrowfully rolling across the sky.
The world weeps for the fading star.
Dreary, as the silver sun wanes.

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