Sunrise, her once hailed sight,
Now suggesting a dusty plain
Of forgotten green leaves.

Purgatory dancing in
Her smouldering rays,
Descending to lay heedlessly
Upon ashen lands.

With her eyes down cast and a
Forsaken future, flame tipped
Spears follow the heat of  
One thousand suns.

Her shades of scarlet scorching
Shadows in burning
Light - her aspiring will
A waning whim of pallid hope.