End of the Day

Red sun sinking in bloodied sky Black horsed dark rider as one strained Astride rolling drumlin hill Watch west toward sacred royal home Snuggled 'tween soft rolling mounds Hugging slopes of deep green velvet grass Once great house of elder gods Beams blaze a smoking red pyre Fire burning red branch brightly Crimson orange rivals the dying embers Sky filled with warm wispy clouds Round earthly sun they worship on Hymns long forgotten raised higher Fire groping stretching to touch the sky Reaching for slowly sinking brother Inspired bards watch on in quiet platitude As great sun slowly sinks