My Sun

My Sun
in the sky,
blazing crown.
Flames
like fiery swords.
Cut.
The sky bleeds light.
Flames
like fiery swords
strike the Earth
like lightning,
the hills are on fire,
flashes,
the hills are on fire.
In the ashes
I see your pictures.
Each ash
contains a memory of you.
Memories crackling in the cold wind
like autumn leaves.
Your illuminating images
spread throughout the world.

My Sun
of Hope,
They will not destroy us.
We will destroy them.

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