When the Sun Goes Down… (short poem)


silver spoons, gold crowns
silently wither in the rage of dawn
cries of moon, feeble voice
behold the tide, when the sun goes down…

dreaded paths, silent screams
broken pieces of shattered dreams
departed love, lovers forlorn
behold the tide, when the sun goes down…

misty eyes, funeral pyres
carcasses of unfulfilled desires
kin or foe, who is gone?
lo and behold, when the sun goes down…


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