Sand Man
Sand Man
Citizens of Sand unite and rejoice
if our twin suns have not parched your tongues
demand for water long gone fills your lungs.
In the impending darkness of our twin scourges
may your dwellings hold the heat of sunset.
I see you now a mass of reflected solar light
pulsing, hoarding for the coming of night.
When all that was diamond-bright will sure fade
and blacks, and blues and purples fill the glade.
The golden glare of mercurial day
for a decade will pass or so they say.
Stoke the memory of light in forges
for all the newborn babies to recall
the blazing fading light as two suns fall.
*rhyme pattern abbcdeeccffcgg
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