The beautiful sunset rang close,
The tides waged onward the horizon,
Yet the sun had left it's triumphant boast,
The Earth trembled close by,
The ground shaking in it's torment,
The orange glow painted deeply,
Set thoroughly like cement,
The sun dipped to it's frightful end,
The time came near for it's death,
The stars hung onto it's lasting hope,
Yet it feared for it's last known breath,
The sun hanged there patiently,
The stars glowed beautifully silent,
The moon crept closer and closer,
Yet the sun had no urge to be bent,
The moon called for it's demise,
Yet the sun held onto it's longing prize,
It laughed at the thought of dying,
It knew of the stars' lonely lies,
The end did come finally,
But the sun knew better than the rest,
It's end for them will come alas,
And it knew it'd be for the best.
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