The diva Sun refused
Today, to be a rising Star
So, ambitiously confused
The elements spar
Perhaps she’s taken ill
And so will not reveal
Her glorious grace
For love of saving face
Could it be… last night
She stayed up with the Moon
If she has lost her light,
Then we have found our doom
Did he modify her glow?
Did she swoon?
To what do we now owe
This frightful loon!
This rowdy coup d’etat
This lofty rush for power
Will seize Utopia
And do us under!
While she is in her bed
Resting her poorly head
The Clouds of mayhem shed
She’s left us for dead!
Glorious one of gold
When will you return?
Lovesick, we are cold
For your kiss, we yearn
The Lightning and the Thunder
Have torn the Sky asunder
Surrender soon your ray
Save the day…..
©Uru 2006