A Crimson Sun

A crimson sun slowly sets and slips away, Telling me it’s the closing of another day. A finale good bye to the days light, As we approach evening and followed by night. A time when dreams can be foretold, In the darkness of the shadows my desires will unfold. As I sit and watch the sun leave I remember my dreams and still believe. I believe in the dream I always see. A dream that still haunts me. I see a brave warrior who is waiting patiently, In that land where he waits for me