for the sun was vast and pitiless in the skies it ruled like a tyrant
and those it illuminated at day and scorned at night
such as wanderers and those that did not wander
including the dead
not even the King and his cretin fool
escaped the harsh examination of their days
for those days were numbered as the rotations of the planet
twist off balance for to make the seasons
and the last season of a man’s life was an enigma to him
even his lover knew not the day of her grieving
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