the sun I see rise

blood red through the haze

diminish the horizon

inflict upon my gaze

be this a new day

or continued from before

clarity's a dying rose

it's petals on the floor

the worth of my removal

from this prison bed of thorns

enhanced and rejected

by the rusted crown I adorn

the sun I see sinking

blood red through the haze

is but droplets in the water

my reflection - I do gaze