Tick do the go the clocks in slow repetitive remorse

my spiders have stopped making webs, all are in discourse

our satellite faded out from view at midnight

time has come and gone

now it's half past the hour of sadness

  

My sister sun still shines

in her yellow hue I do admire

but I have watched her die again and again

and in my heart I do wonder why

why should beauty come to a sad end

why should I suffer

looking on helplessly

in this most tragic time

half past the hour of sadness

I can't let he go nova again

  

I try to claim amenity

pretend to shield my eyes

but I am far too gone

far past the light

and in her hour of need

I her brother

I will comfort her

as comes that darkness

half past the hour of sadness  

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris