A dark red sky, a setting Sun
Forty years since that begun
A man with deep-blue tie and worn-out suit
Walking alone,
through ashes of a neighborhood

A torn-up scarf in his right hand
A sunshine pattern, which he can’t stand
In search of a mystic, hidden away
To find the sun, and brighten the day
A fair looking lady, tall and thin
Yet containing only nightfall within

“I wish to see the day once more,
I bring you the scarf that she once wore”
The torn-up scarf now set ablaze
And yet the Sun, it did not raise
A man bereft of his final ray
Did not live, to see the day