The rising sun

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.