as the golden sun sets in a fiery red sky relies on the pale moon to rise. But you covered me in shade as you galloped off in a harried scoff as a headless horseman.
I relied on you as the grass does the rain to grow, and the rose bud to blossom. But you pelted shards in my backyard flooding me with flotsam till I drowned.
I relied on you as the tide rolls into the shore, with all the treasures of the sea galore. But you spit out debris, leaving me with broken bottles that cut my feet as I walked on the beach.
I relied on you as the apple tree does to bear fruit. But you were filled with holes.