I long for clouds in the sky
a haze to obscure the sun
the yellow orb kept out of sight
total dark is held at bay
sight reduced by the sky’s firmament
while the land forgets its name.

The extremes would be no more
no brilliance pressed to amaze
or shade to lure terror’s breath
in this realm I’d take comfort
that mortals may scurry forth
without the lord to judge their world.

I’ll live my life in my way
angelic hosts are blinded
as their justice is escaped
until the clouds are no more
once again the fire’s restored
to rule both the high and low.

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