For the sun (darkcueink)

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For the sun

Short are days

Of the rays,

Of your gaze.

Gone are they

The word play,

The squalls say.

Come what may

To keep bay,

To go pray.

Set what must

Dust to dust,

A final gust.

May it rest

No more test,

No more zest.

I did fear

The end near,

Told by the seer.

Screamed in my ear.

And now at end

I see around the bend,

Light couldn't tend.

For it is darkness,

My dear friend.

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