As the sun rises, setting
That murky, weary mirror on fire,
He looks away. Darkness, my friend,
Shrivels away as he watches.
As light touches his skin, scorching,
It bares his soul, he ponders
What next?
Is there sweet, sweet darkness
At the end of this bottomless light,
Do the glaring eyes ever turn away
And does it ever end, he wonders.
Unending questions pierce his mind,
Blinding lights burn in his eyes.
He cannot see the road ahead,
Only the fire on his flesh, I think.
His head is heavy, the sun is up
And sleep comes out of turn.
The whole world goes around him
And the lonely bard just thinks.
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