The Last Crusade of the Setting Sun

I had been with the Sun-- whilst it had been a Morning Star Whether or not its Rays had chosen--me--to bring to light was Not my place to Question My Place was--as always-- set upon a starry Night Chasing the Sun-- But never-- Feeling its Warmth I had been with the Sun-- whilst it had been a Midday Spirit The Glow of the orb draws many-- That bask in its eternal light-- But never Me For I simply follow--follow and keep-- My own thoughts at bay A Starry Night gets-- Lonely and Cold I had been with the Sun-- whilst it had been a Half-Circle Hue The Warmth that it gave now-- Rejected by those who searched out its vigor They Rays-- weak as a day old wren For now-- the Dusk has risen And cries for a new Orb come about As I begin my own path I had been with the Sun--but nevermore I no longer follow--for I myself am adored My Rays are welcomed-- My Orb cherished And the Sun itself--has returned To its own--lonely ways