Two Suns
“Arrived, arrived!”
Calleth they, the sky
A testament first to elect, therein removed
To the faded, dreamers aloof, so soon
An August sun-yield tide
Black as sackcloth, soot of whispers
“Seven years!” she’ll cry, seven years they’ll deny
“Passerby, passerby!”
Howleth they, the sky
An epistle second to left, herein reside
To the jaded, a dream untuned, by noon
An October wind-ridden hide
Red as blood, shroud of seers
“Perplexity!” he’ll scry, perplexed they’ll lie
“And there shall be signs…” one said
“…in the sun, and in the moon”
Distress of nations, roar of seas
To the abated, by morrow’s boon
“Here and there, oh, what of they?”
Pass away, pass away
Only in her word shall sail, shall stay
So fear ye not in the valley of two suns
For a sweet flower has blossomed
Has bloomed in her fun
