When ashen shades swallow the sky
Dismal hues tantalize my eyes
My pupils adjust like a wolf
Senses cautious I stand aloof
I spot a glimmering marble
It gleams like one in a fable
It ignites the dismal heavens
With a trickle of redemption
I reach it with all of my might
Like the rusty tree in my sight
It appears so far out of reach
My soul it does ever beseech
This Phoebus fire I will touch
When my ill fate decides as such
Until then my sore heart will swoon
At the rogue incandescent moon