Poetry (Short's) - 8. Chapter 8 Waiting

Sitting here, in the land of sun and heat, I gaze upon an evening sky
alight with the fire of the setting sun, burning the clouds red and gold.

Sitting here, I look upon a world that long ago held me captive
in her majesty, but all I see now is the burning fury of the evening sun,

glowing red and igniting the sky.

A land of dust, of scorched earth, proudly wears life.
In me, I see no life. Dust and fire, burning me,
scorching life to dust.

The fires of my soul flicker and fade to nothing.
A world once filled with life and light
now has no light. Only the dark lives in me.
Dark consumes the world slowly, swallows the light,
leaving this great majesty forgotten in its wake.

And so my soul waits for the light to make me glow
and so the world before me awaits the fires of dawn
to arrive, to remember the majesty once again