When the sun dies

When the sun dies

Who will mourn its passing?

Will it have a soul?

And if it does

What will light its way?

As it stumbles in a darkness

Never known.

Will it founder,

For all eternity,

In ceaseless absence?

Or will it adapt

To a world without shadow.

All would be obscured,

The stars would

Blink sad tears.

And the moon

Would always

Present its dark side.

The road we travel

Would be shadowed.

With barely a candle

To light our way.

And as a breath of night

Extinguishes

The last beacon,

An implosion,

A final eclipse, that draws

The dying embers

Into the deepest hollow,

In the blackest part

Of a heavy,

Crushed, velvet heart,

From which, not even

The last rays

Of a fading star can escape,

The children

Of the lost sun

Would be cast,

To live on,

Beneath a shroud,

A darkling cape,

In perpetuity.