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The Sun Weeps

The sun weeps For his blanched soul and fragmented mind

The moon, unyielding, firm, cold

Moves as a whisper through the night

Calling to those untamed

An enticement, a break

Purity lost

She is the night

Humanity stripped

He is taken

Defeat, the temptress licks her jowls

And the sun rises again.

I spill tears to fill the sea, and splatter ink, page after page, to ease my gaping heart.

Port Elliot 2012