Too Much Sun
Oh, how the Autumn fills me with such a formidable rage,
Heat retreats, there ain't no justice, not near enough to suffice,
I'll be Hades bound before surrendering my staff, my page.
My Fall Collection follows me, it crawls across unjust ice,
Surrounded by dreadful dimness where pitiful devil dwells,
It's a dirty business, I'm left with but a sliver of soap,
I thirst and drink darkness, drunk with discontent the Winter swells.
Yet, feeble illumination somehow Springs, it gathers strength,
And the madness passes, the cocoon worn as filthy fashion
Becomes a sorrowful shroud I shred apart 'long the Day's length.
As Summer's warmth returns 'gain, risen from out of my passion,
I am ready to go, sword in hand, finding it so much fun,
Let the Night fly with me, for it will know that I'm too much Sun.
Copyright © Ryan J. McCabe | Year Posted 2021
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