Dying Shadow
A golden sphere rises into the sky,
The midnight sun, long gone,
All darkness comes to die.
All light greets dawn,
Darkness recedes into the dying shadow,
The midnight sun, long gone.
On a fallen tree sits a caddow,
A bird of darkness,
Darkness recedes into the dying shadow.
The fallen tree, conspicuous in its starkness,
All life stripped away,
A bird of darkness.
On the tree, the bird does sway,
Away the bird flies,
All life stripped away.
All that is dark dies,
A golden sphere rises into the sky,
Burned alive, the shadow cries,
All darkness comes to die.
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