red sun

i saw the sky
succumb to gray

when last i held
my head up high

the storm was nigh

though stern
with pride

it washed away
my wistful sigh

and in its wake
a will awoke

whose end
devoid
spoke ire forthcoming

and to this day
the red sun, scorching

tends the toil
that whispers i

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