Golden Chariot
The break of dawn, Apollo flies in sky
On chariot the sun does rise, and now
I know why sky does rise, the sun in sky
I still ponder why answers lead to thou
"My dear Apollo, why oh why must you
bring light to darkened times? For days soon die.
And thus my time is taken from. In through
the dark, and stars that shine, comes change apply."
"This hearse I pull from day to day does hold
The weight of time and thus of world, so as
You ask me to let go, you ask to fold
the life of you. For love to me is as"
Carriage becomes a throne of lies, for this
his ride is but a hearse, the time abyss
