The red sun is low.

hung above dark mountain-tops

a huge burning glow.

It is not our sun.

 

The air is still save steady breeze,

creates a passage slight,

warm, red desert,

cold, black night.

 

Eyes peer from shade,

lurking in flora with fear,

wond’ring - what I am,

pond’ring - why I am here.

 

There the path stretches,

darkness to light,

Along a dense grove,

feat’ring unearthly sight.

 

One way to the dawn,

one way to the night.

The stars seen both ways,

though never this bright.

 

Faint in the glow

of this ominous day.

Crisp in the fabric

of infinite night.

 

Presented a choice

to travel between;

broiling light

or shock-frozen scene?

 

Maybe for now I will stay all the same,

us ever waiting, creatures and I.

 

Never expecting there,

up in the sky,

approaching the sun,

a dark circle come by,

 

We soon will be here,

then flooded with shadow,

darkness will pass,

not much of a battle.

 

It isn’t much worth,

All your denial,

The creatures and I,

we’ll be here for a while