at the time, the sun had dimmed
began to fatigue and hurried home.
he said, he will come again tomorrow
he said, his turn is up.

the golden embodiment is now red
and he made the sky purple, bruised
till the sky lost his gallantry,
then made unwilling to meet his sweetheart.

his globular sweetheart
bright white and graceful
who reigned over the dark night
who comes along with millions of other lights
and forever
his love will not be delivered