A Sun’s Last Symphony
Crimson.
Golden hues.
Melding together.
One sun’s dying beauty.
Cradled by a horizon
It’s last symphony of light.
Night is coming—
Sprinkled with light to carry us through.
Crimson.
Golden hues.
Melding together.
One sun’s dying beauty.
Cradled by a horizon
It’s last symphony of light.
Night is coming—
Sprinkled with light to carry us through.