He sits and stares at the moon,
Its light shining till the flower blooms,
Dawn is far away,
And his thoughts lead him astray.
Silhouettes of past lives surround him,
Haunting him till he finds the blade,
Bringing it swiftly to his neck.
With one movement he can take his life,
But it was never his to begin with,
His mother claims the rights over his body,
And the gods await his moment of glory,
When he fights the greatest enemy,
To bring the light of day to the earth.
He laughs a silent laugh,
He is, after all, the son of the sun.
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