My Last Sunset
The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen,
My captors chirping their delight.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
Before the thirty moons of night.
My fellow captives: bones picked clean.
The triple sun set - what a sight,
And colours that I’d never seen.
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