The twin suns of Aron, one yellow, one red
blaze in the twilight as day seeks its bed.
Stained ruby and gold are the towers of Dawn
as they rise to the heavens on the plains of Layon.
I watch from a room of dizzying height
as the walls all around flash silver and white.
The small golden ball is the first one to flee
sinking slowly beyond a lavender sea.
The sky that is usually a deep forest green
bleeds slowly into a strange reddish sheen.
While the red sun sinks slowly out of my sight
it leaves in the sky a slight glowing light.