High in the sky, on top of a cloud
Shines the sun so bright and proud...

The cold stale air, turning dawn into dusk
The horizon gets engulfed by a glow...

Forever lingering in the field,
Opting for death rather than to yield...

-- Written in 3rd person, and quite obviously the...
-_- as seems to be the topic of a lot of my work...

Going through the same cycle day after day
Each dusk another shade of grey...

When all light dies,
i will remember the way it shined...