As night approaches;
The sun sets and the moon arises.
The lights have all but left trails of coral ,
Painting the clouds orange.
As the sun sinks further beyond the horizons, waves of red washed up on the sky shore.
And as the moon once again becomes the sovereign of the sky,
No more lights. Lights out, it is that time.
Except, the monarch have never been dethroned.
It will never, not ever be dethroned.
For the sun, though hidden; though distant will forever illuminates.
However faint the glow, the dim moon reflect its constitutionality to the law of nature.
Other suns, most unnamed; unknown through the many grains of specks of lights,
Have also shone and send fleeting lights.
Fleeting for ones that aged along with time.
A forever for mortals. Time unimaginable indeed for them.
The night is not so much a lights out anymore. If remembered this way.
A night that will always be with mere mortals for their monarch loves them so.
The monarch grants lights, so mortals could thrive.
When lights out, we mortals what can we do?
Nothing but burn out with it.
So it'll remain;
And we will follow the natural order and return to the current of life.
One day.
When the sun, our king, finally come to the edge of time,
That time, then lights will surely end.
Surely, it is lights out, for us.
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Trouble of the mind
AcakRegular short stuff when I feel like writing random things, Mostly when I feel down and just can't cope with whatever is bothering me. Warning: it may have things that might trigger some people. I do not own the cover photo. It belongs to its rightf...
