The Sinking Sun

Each morning I awake from the saddest dream ever told
As Helios drapes me in his cloak of gold,
For I have left the world in which my dream resides
A place belong the swelling seas and tides.

If Prometheus be with whom I share my fate
That I should abandon Helios for his own sake,
I gladly would run west to the furthest land
Escaping to where shore meets sand.

As night pierces his heart in a vermilion sigh
Crimson rushes through the veins of the sky,
And like the sinking sun into the ocean's murky grave
I too sigh, as I drift below the dark waves.