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The sun has died upon the horizon of my mind

And the rain does fade in the corner of my eyes

My heart no longer fed with sun ray

Nor crystal water that once flowed aplenty

 

Begins my heart to wither and wane  

Amongst the copious meadow of my soul

Passions crimson rose was first to go

Love’s golden vines lost in odium’s shadow

 

A failing meadow, one you choose to tread upon

I feel your searing feet burning the last of my soul

And now your spiteful embers linger, scorching my remains

But ashes are mere ruins, not enough for my soul to bloom

 

The heavy clouds have fallen

And I am drawn

Inside the curtains of my world

And one final rainbow haunts me,

The eternal frown upon my face