Last Verse of the Setting Sun By Katherine Lightwood

Last Verse of the Setting Sun

By Katherine Lightwood

Frozen wind and the scarlet light,
The day sets with a silent demise.
Giving the promise of a beautiful tomorrow,
Till then, the meadows will drench in sorrow.
Holding light but very tight,
The demons of the night are dancing in delight.
Under the shadows, hiding in the night,
A beating heart that starts to recite...

Melancholy lore of a broken kind,
Lore of winning wars that were left behind.
Lore of valor and cruel tragedy,
The lore was sung by sweet maidens with a silent melody.
Lore of brave soldiers who would come home,
Their tale would be cruel like the gladiators of Rome.

But now, the fire is dead,
With few sparks burning, but the ashes are sad,
And there's no light, in this frozen night,
As they say, demons of the nightmare are dancing in delight.
Now they say the light will come, with the turn of the sun,
The warm breeze will blow, over the meadows, it will run.

Will the light come...
Or will it be the last verse of the Setting Sun...!!

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