Dancing across the sky they tell a story of love lost
They morph into different scenes like a ballet but more pristine
They dance in a river of gold provided by the setting sun
She slipped away into another's arms
His rage filled him with hate, enough to fulfill his twisted fate.
Though her heart filled to its desire had unleashed a wrath
One that moves to leave pain where love once stood.
As the act nears its end, the lover returns with vengeance in hand
She drops to her knees to accept her reward, death by firey sword.
With a cry of remorse for the woman he held so dear
But such things have no meaning upon death's ear.
Stricken with guilt and a heart full of sorrow
A man now awaits his own reckoning.
He will not fight nor will he run.
He longs for death upon the rising sun.