Ambering of the lost sun

Like a seam that slid
near the seal of the world,
paling and yellowing
tomorrow's raylings.

Eying the West, seeming
likea drop of burning
gold signalling its farewell
to lost souls;
Lost in the bluings
of the horizon ushering
doubts of its spring
as clouds put shatters
upon its ambers, dooming
it to a disfigured
lifeless black;
bearing a quititude
of death.

Daisies whiskering, in despair;
Moths unnestled lying
in lifeless cocoons,
To a life stolen on a brink
of an earthly nightmare,
To a decaying sun
in the wake of an early
rising millenium!
Its ambers sing of farewell
to earthlings, in vain
of unknown lyrics
to the auditorium!