Bleeding mortal red
Between bandages of cloud
The day veils its last.

Hours pass like broken promises, Regret born in the aftermath.

Shadows walk through dreams alone,                           Their casters gone,
'Tween buildings of skin and bone,                                 Tearless, we mourn,
Forgotten monsters stalk above,                                     The lost give up,
In monotone she cries "I love..."                                       Everything stop.

The waves lap around my ankles as my toes curl into the soft, squishy mud,
The sun sinks below the horizon, its golden pathway disappearing,
And it slips away, into its illuminated palace.
Pink clouds light the way home.