Some sort of Sunset

I saw a sinking sun one day
that I couldn’t stop from falling,
down deep into the underworld
where I leaned over the edge, calling.

My soul spoke with urgency,
yelling down, “where are you going, friend?”
But that dimming light was quiet,
and continued to descend.

A moment of yearlong silence
and I lifted my eyes to see-
my town blooming abyssal blackness.
Shadows overtaking where light should be.

My eyes yearned to see again,
my empty ears pleaded to hear,
that brilliant force of fire
that pushed far away all fear.

But despair emerged like a monster,
clawing out from deep inside.
There I stood unseeing in the dark
without the great flame as my guide.

A night of fear and trembling.
A time of terror unknown.
The townspeople gathered together,
And yet were still all alone.

Then all at once a stunning shock.
A glimpse of a glowing presence,
returned to its once forgotten post,
shadows shrinking back in reverence.

Every face turned to the sky.
The birds flew as if they danced.
For the sun had returned at last,
the people bathed in its beams, entranced.

My sad soul sparked up again
and my hearts hope grew like fire,
seeing that sinking sun reign above
everything that had once seemed dire.

Despite the dull sheath of night,
Each morning arrives the sun.
Though darkness may attempt to rise,
The light has already won.