Sunset Quarrel Poem by Last Wish
Sunset Quarrel
From a hill I watch another sunset end
its not unlike the rise and fall of men
Like good and evil are at eachothers throats again
As if tyranny has slain justice
That which lacks color envelopes the sky bloodless
Usurpers throne the moon sits shroud
Evil reigns long and proud
A hero rises six-o'clock
Opens the suns cell lock
And when dawn breaks the dark stay
A never ending quarrel, night and day
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