My sun is dark now,
hidden in the sinister silhouette of the wily moon.
Some say that eclipse is transient.
Gifts an ephemeral gloom from the scorching light.
But my darkness is for perpetuity,
blindfolding my eyes with the sinister umbra for eternity.
And wilted the plants and flowers.
But everyday the illusory ring of fire lights up my hope.
And reminds me how time is a beastly being.
For one day, the tables will turn.
I will wait for that day to arrive.
Even if the wait has to be for aeonian.