I watched the execution of the sun,
blood-red above the sea,
first sliced in half and then submerged,
her fleeting soul set free.
I watched the death-throes of the sun,
now submerged in brine,
her fires doused, her light entrapped
within her great decline.
I watched the burial of the sun,
till darkness ruled the land,
the stars were born,
the moon ruled night,
its glow upon the sand.
I watched the resurrection of the sun,
borne from some distant place,
she casts her light,
dispels the night,
and bathes us in her grace.
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Animus, poetry from the veil
PoesíaPoems of mystery, imagination, and self-discovery. Love, heartbreak, revelation, and celebration are presented in this very personal collection of verse. The poetry encompasses a variety of poetic styles, each tailored to convey emotional impact and...
