Dawn’s Bitter Dance
I’m helpless to its burning maw, the time, for bitter joy, of dawn’s embrace
Kissed by the endless apathy, the rays, they greet me, I hide my face.
How I long for times I can hide, for this, day’s kiss comes, and I scream no,
For once again I can be jovial, because, I flee, from the night’s foe.
I clutch to the moon soaking cloth, for this, it is my, comfort’s artifact,
Yet this bitter torch of life’s hope, it burns, it breaks me, I scream on Ra’s wrack.
How I long for time I can run, through this, so I can, be embraced by Iah,
Is it my destiny to, always see, the moon go, and to go far.
Even though it seems like sands, they pass, through the glass, melted to stand still,
When my eyes break upon the rays, most find, this to make, to have their glass filled.
Oh joy is Ra and his happy dance, I find, this to be, a dance of a snake,
I wish to hear his song once more, fade out, die like mine, my joy when I wake.