Astra (reissue)
The Fall of The Sun
O you who shine above our lifted sight,
The realm of gods encircled in your flame,
When on your chariot you rise to light the day’s last claim,
Before the curse puts out the Valar’s lamps at night.
All civilizations have revered your name,
This quantum clockwork with a mythic frame.
Golden is your silence, subtly praised,
While fire shrouds the greed in which we’re raised.
At dawn, none can ignore the looming weight,
A fate with mystic hues, black smoke in flight,
Drifting afar as the burning castle seals its plight,
Faces aghast before such desolate state.
Stormy rebellion of mankind against its sires,
Returning to the earth but dust of vanished empires.
Perhaps this is the fruit of liberation’s claim:
To choose, clear-minded, our own extinction’s flame.
💬 The full analysis of Astra will be published this Monday !
In the meantime, I’d love to hear what this poem evokes for you: your impressions, emotions, or interpretations.
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Peace & Bliss
Aaron.