The Sun

Slowly it melts away, leaving behind its sacred need. It drops lower, lower, into a fire red sea.

Glistening it reflects each moment held by all throughout the course. Beaming brilliant rays of secrets, each golden streak with the voice of a chorus.

Secrets hidden by a blackened sky, the mischief mere shadows to those who dare.

Lurking in the deep velvet of the world, while the beneficent deeds seem unaware.

But wait, what’s this? Off in the distant, vague east. Ascending the sky, mastering all, a golden ball, the mouth of a beast.