The End (Atypical English Sonnet With Abba Rhyme Scheme)

For months our sun has hovered overhead To crack the barren earth across its land. The streams run dry, no summer buds expand, No desert death has ever been so dead. No haven safe as place where souls can run Since truth, in brutal slumber, woke and found A final fury tightly wound around Each ember edifice of dying sun. Malignant flaws turn light on human fears and consequential truth replaces lies as man forms memories with last goodbyes remorseful eyes pour out torrential tears. The final surge of heat falls harsh upon The raw reflection of an amber dawn.