A Stained Glass Sun
A red cast sky,
A stained glass sun.
The sign of the end,
All my deeds made undone.
A stained glass sun,
The light, it fades.
And here we stand
In this wasteland we made.
A stained glass sun,
A faded star.
Our new protection
Is death from afar.
A stained glass sun
Should be a joy.
But it's beauty intends
All of us to destroy.
A stained glass sun,
Our religion now.
Where is the mercy?
What new hope can we vow?
The sky turns black,
We miss the red.
For this change means
That we all now are dead.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006
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