11.18.07
The Sun is Afraid of the Dark
Vicious vapors! Furious fusion! Pugnacious plasmas!
This bitter star blazes harsh in the light of day, yet flees shamefully at the first sight of dusk. I decry its useless parching glare. Cancerous flesh and withered dust are its murderous children. That solar demon sits on an ashen throne, lording above the worlds that are chained to circle ’round as eternal slaves.
If only the fiery ball might quench! Would that the world could be bathed in the cool of night forevermore, tickled by twinkling stars ’til the end of time!