A Wish Beneath a Dying Sun

Ethan Mikel St.Amour

The dying sun stares
Its burning eye will not close
It knows I am here

The daylight starts to scream
Black veins crawl across the sky
Something wakes below

I whisper my last wish
The sun goes dark for a moment
Then whispers it back

Night swallows the world
But the sun still burns somewhere
Behind my closed eyes



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