The Sorrow of the Setting Sun

The gloomy shadow
The western horizon sheds
In a sloppy slant
Mingles with the frost in the valley

The pining wind
Towards the eastern horizon
Moves in hushed silence
Bellowing and heaving though

The solemn secrets
And unbroken promises
Stealthily sleep in the woods there dark
Lulls to sleep the gnashes it holds

The golden fluid
Sublimating in the ethereal high
Annihilates the fumes
Evaporating into the thin papery sky

The translucent shroud
Spreads the unknown
Labyrinths of selfless sun
When it takes a dip into deep darkness.