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The Absence of Light
by Morsmordre
K+ (PG)

What's become of the dying sun
Which, in its final hour,
Showed me where my love began
Before it turned to sour?

Leaving skies an empty gray;
Without so much as a moon's beam
Where is my sun in its dying day?
Is it not bringing me a new dream?

September's sun, in its latent glory,
Wove for me a song
Written in my lover's story
But, bitterly, went wrong

By November's rain and its awful falling
I watched it turn to shade--
Dead on the winds of my lover's calling
For the vows that He once made

Now the long-dead sun has turned its face
Leaving my skies so cold;
Upon my lips no single trace
Of the love I used to hold

I wake each day, to check the sky
For my star that used to glow;
I break each night and wish to die
Mourning the Heart I used to know.

The Absence of Light by Morsmordre

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