The Sun

Most prolong the inevitable for as long as they possibly can. Most live out their lives convinced that it will never end. But then, when the day does indeed come to them, as it has a thousand times, and a thousand times more it will happen again, they ask themselves the same question, it never fails..., is this truly the end of this ill-gotten faery tale. For they have lived and lost, but never really lived at all, measuring their lives with things they bought, and blindly passing by every beautiful thing that they saw. I've watched them do it time and time, over and over again. My children that have forgotten me, though love them still I do, despite such disregard I receive from them. And as I lay dying, I too join them in marvel, staring up at the woman who put me here. Writhing in agony for three days, I gaze at her glory, and accept my fate without fear. Since the day of my birth, my love was for her. I awoke, full Spring, pursuing my lover. I'll never surrender but only to her call. For it is to her that my heart will always belong. From the morning I rise, until the day I Fall. Everything I am, I will sacrifice and so she will claim it all. My body goes cold as I prepare for death. For the Goddess I seek, her light is nearly spent. I am soon born again, as I am Horus, and she is Set, and we are no more enemies, as we are star crossed lovers, to whom we owe each other an eternal debt. Light for darkness is our loss and gain, through joy and pain. But until the end of time, it is a game I will forever enjoy playing. Till today is the past, until an eternal shadow is cast, when everything is nothing, only then can we be together at last. She is the moon and stars, and I am the light of day. She is the woman of my dreams, that I will never claim. But still I will always love her, even as my light fades away, and the snow covers the face of the Earth, to which are the ashes of my withered remains.


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