The Monstrous Sun

The disappearing sun painted the shore orange
Your disappearing love painted the town bloody red.

Your love that used to emerge the beautiful flowers offspring
Submerged under , and became the gift for the dead soul haunting.

The birds that normally sings a love song to my ear
Turned into a roar above my head,a vulture, a scavenger.

By the rays of the sun scattered even trough the darkest corner
Became the sun that gives birth to the monster.

Now, I will never betray my trust, my heart, and myself
Nor pause to the most dangerous edge of my life's cliff.

Through prayers, the monster will be buried into the dungeon under
And I guess he will be never ever heard from again.

Across the thousand points of lights, the heavens gave me,
I will now open my mind and heart to all the bounty

Giveth by the Thee, the Almighty

Credit to a Friend who gave the title. ... Sir Ben Pickard
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