Absolution [dark]

Prelude: I think that I should explain that all of these short poems happen on a notepad while I'm at work. Due to the tiny size of the notebook, I limit myself to around 20 lines.

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The clouds part -- unveil
A dimming sun, burning
The last of its waning life --
Slowly fading are pasty glories.
With each passing ray, atonement
Becomes all the more abstract --
A shimmering visage of the past.

The hands outstretch, crying out
In their own way, to the dimming sky;
"Fade not away -- we need you --
I need you. I need you now!" Ignorant
Are they to cry for absolution, ignorant
To the transitory stasis of an extinguished
Sky -- the cycle is light to dark, dark to light,
Before the final dark sky paints life black.