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