The Morning Dew Poem by Satan's Sibling

I wake,
Under a waning moon,
And sit for the fallen,
And the rising.

I sit,
In front of a glittering sunrise,
And hope for the Rising,
And the dying.

I stand,
Beside a searing sun,
And wait for the dying,
And talk with the dead.

I Walk,
Around an unearthly planet,
And Hear the dead,
And stare at the living.

I stand,
Upon a glowing moon,
And farewell the living,
And walk to the dying.

I sit,
Behind a burning sunset,
And think of the dying,
As I bid goodnight to the dead.

I lay,
Under a waning moon,
And act as one of the Dead,
And Close my eyes.

And I sleep.