Eclipses
The sun is loosing light.
Early night dawns upon us.
A red sky.
The world is bathed in blood.
The moon is bleeding.
Its' life slowly leaving.
Waning away.
'Til the sky is empty.
A shadow of darkness falls over me.
I am no longer in the worlds sight.
Instead, I wax into Gods light.
For this was the eclipse of my mortality
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