Dawn peeps through the horizon
head above the dark ashes his light glimmers
The morning star rises above dawn’s nest
drawing the eyes of the world
to its cradled glow –
a tightly woven cloth –
beckons to a promising chapter
another day to pursue and work
On morning stage, now the main actor,
cool rays icy warm
and feverishly beautiful
fat with the illustrious shine
of all the golden riches of the world
Once confined to the world
now higher
a shining beacon spawned from the horizon
separate from it
This entity,
this star
god in the eyes of men
This image of god
and man in his reflection
attempting to rise to the heavens
This image of man,
this image of god
and his aspiration for power
each hour rising higher and higher
a seemingly unstoppable chariot of Helios
races across the sky
shadows on the skin carve a path through the blue plain
its haurient posture at its peak,
breath polishing the evening rain
Darkness begins to creep
tarnishing the entity
gasping softening weakening
Orange fades out of gold
fading belief for the dilute of heart
fading belief for the old
After the time of rising
comes the decline
crashing towards the earth
aura a reddish tint
Helios setting on the Titans, gods and folklore of the land
Shattered mirror
crashing artwork
the fractured image of god
Death a black shadow
spreads across the land
so too faith befalls man
by Andre Green