Valiant Sun

Fair pace dips the valiant sun yonder, can you see-

dressed in tresses of pale gold and pastel citruses

without a wave farewell as the usual course is taken,

that which has been for-granted forever more.

Love shan't be enough to embrace til care displays

and consequences of selfishness are erased from this face

of which tears are gathered in growing pools

and branches tremble, their leaves drifting in sorrow.

What capability has the morrow of bearing this cry,

the wails and screeches even heartless couldn't hear,

for the pain of seasons so ever misunderstood

spill and fill beyond any thought to record?

Is there any use of the moon's once-glorious dance

when the eyes that should be cast are blind with hate

for subjects they judge helplessly in false treason,

leaving the stars to question whether they are to shine?

The icy dew on grass tips slide to the roots;

refreshed and replenished the mud blossoms green.

Soon the world is matted under a snowfall of wilderness

which unknown none with eye may appreciate rightly.

A heaving sigh of wind caresses the exposed,

yet nay soul has lips to kiss the saddened clouds

in their time of need or unplaced loneliness

for naught below the realm of space may embrace.

A murder of timeless and the timeless on end

is accepted so easily as if a mere second passed

where laughter and virtue are sole joys recognized,

still where are the thousands smiles without the sun?

Fading into shadow beneath the flaming crown

that of the mother of star count vanishes such brilliance

under rule of the Creator of Time and no other by far.

Who knew a knight so valiant to banish the darkness in heart?