I know this isn't very good, but I decided to submit it anyhow. If you can offer any suggestions or critiques, I would be most grateful. One of these days, I'll produce an partenza represa I can be proud of, but until then... My muse has forsaken me again.
(untitled) suggestions?
As Sol dissolves the blackest shroud…
the blackest shroud, the darkest night.
The darkest night will soon succumb…
succumb to Dawn's auroral light.
Dawn's auroral light refracted…
refracted as prismatic hue…
hue that forms from multi-facets…
facets formed from the morning dew.
Morning dew like gems are gleaming…
are gleaming on Earth Mother's face.
Earth Mother's face in rapture glows…
glows brightly from her love's embrace.
Her love's embrace ascends the sky…
ascends the sky as twelve bells toll.
As twelve bells toll, a gift of life…
a gift of life, Sol's greatest goal.
Sol's greatest goal, to nourish Earth…
to nourish Earth with warmth and light.
Warmth and light will descend forlorn…
descend forlorn into twilight.
Twilight decants his lullaby…
his lullaby will then ignite…
ignite the sky with fiery hues…
hues that foretell a lovely sight.
A lovely sight, the sun at rest…
at rest below the blackest shroud.
The blackest shroud, the darkest night…
the darkest night the Moon endowed.
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