The sun filled with a brightness, a flame so hot,
A white inferno that was all but witnessed from Mars,
This strange moment that came about in moments
As the sky filled with non-existent sparkling stars
And that night a bright one in the background,
Each day the sky a deep purple surrounded by clouds,
This quiet unending force that appears to have no sound,
What could it be? Why don't the people speak?
Either way no one else cares, nobody but me,
I'll be the only one, even when the sun "goes down."