Ephemeral Sun

There once was a town
where no one ever smiled

Where light was sparse and brown
and the vegetation grew wild

where eternal darkness loomed
and the inhabitants were doomed

where the sun never came up, no, not even once
and hope is just pure happenstance

red embers covered the land's breadth
as long as the darkness took it's heavy breaths

Far away from civilization
where evil staked this part of God's creation

The sound of damned souls wailing in the air
Were surely too much for any one man to bare.

Sent here by the red man's hands
The dead are slaves to these accursed lands.

But every now and again, some have spoke
A sun would rise, and the darkness would choke

A strange man muttered
in his deadpan voice

"For all of you that has suffered,"
"Pay heed to my words, rejoice!!"

The souls looked on in awe,
their skeletons crackling,

At the words that flowed from the man's maw
and his cheerful cackling

"For the time has arisen"
"And although you cannot run"
"I believe it is an occasional season,
"but it's time, for the Ephemeral Sun."

The damned ones hearts fluttered,
for it was once again time for them to see
thanks to the man's simple elegy
they would be allowed to feel glee.

But it isn't called ephemeral for no simple reason
at the end of the night, the darkness would deepen

The Ephemeral sun gone now
but not forgotten

eagerly awaited
sometime next Autumn.