The Purple Sun

Beneath a sky of lilac hue,

There lies a land where shadows brew,

A planet bathed in twilight's grace,

Where secrets linger, leaving no trace.

 

The Purple Sun, an eerie sight,

Its glowing rays, a haunting light,

It casts a glow, both soft and cold,

A tale of mysteries yet untold.

 

Beneath its touch, the flowers weep,

As night descends in silence deep,

A world where life and death entwine,

In twilight's grip, they both align.

 

Emerging from the twilight's veil,

Creatures roam the purple dale,

Seeking truths that lie concealed,

In this land, their fate's revealed.

 

Yet wander not too close, beware,

For some have ventured unaware,

Lost souls have met their final breath,

Within the Purple Sun's depths.

 

Despite the darkness that it brings,

A certain beauty it still sings,

A paradox of light and gloom,

An enigma within nature's womb.

 

Let us ponder this twilight's art,

And delve into its beating heart,

In this land where shadows run,

Embrace the mystique of the Purple Sun.