Ragnarok

The setting sun that searches
Does so not from need but emptiness.
Would that its skyward course,
A path so seemingly predetermined
Been not the lonely dance. A dance without.
The darkening rays would gently fade away
Would most gladly hold the horizon ahead,
And seek not to lose itself to chase the moon
In hopes of seeing a reflection long past its flame.

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