The Sunset.

I watched

The sun slit her wrists and

across the sky, her crimson blood was spilt.

The moon silently stood by,

the clouds misted over her view

as the sun slipped away,

past the horizon.

The sun faded into the darkening sky,

as the stars sang it a lullaby,

and the moon tucked the sun till it slept

and alone, in the sky, the moon had wept

it crashed onto the horizon bay,

and faded again, for another day.

Co-author: Gian