As the last ray of the disappearing sun
Is wrought upon his face,
And as the sky changes from blue to orange,
He looks into the heavens,
And sees there a face.
First hidden among the clouds,
She is beautiful in all ways.
But as the sky darkens, and the sun is gone,
She too is gone from his sight.
And so he comes back every day,
At that time between day and night.
Just to see her face,
And to see her smile.
And when he grew old, and was about to die.
She came to him, a shining light from the heavens.
And took him from this world,
And to where they could be together.
A contest entry
- ANYTHING, Just make it good. -->4,000 points by InfiniteCaitlin.
4500 points, ended September 2, 2007, 31 entries
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