After the sun bleeds colors
Into the sky the white stars
Are scattered like diamonds thrown
Across the violet black night
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Faithless Redemption
After the sun bleeds colors
Into the sky the white stars
Are scattered like diamonds thrown
Across the violet black night
And at the edge of dawn
A thread of light expanding
And spilling like smooth thick cream
I am the moth drawn to light
Hovering and circling
Until the glow disappears
And even the quick flutter
Of my wings cannot lift me
From soulless obscurity