The glare of the harsh afternoon sun
that once burned all that came its way has mellowed.
The unforgiving sun has faded
into a pale shadow of its former glory.
The cool evening breeze caresses
those who've come to wet their feet in the sea.
An old man by the sea shivers in the sea breeze
the sun has reconciled to its fate as it goes down
content, without rancor, sad, older and wiser.
Rebellion yes.! There's still some spark left in the old man.
He must conserve his energy for the last battle.
The most difficult! But violence is no longer his option.
He has waded through blood and strife to reach the calm sea
where he submerged, purged his sins and soaked in ahimsa.
His dreams lie in tatters. Wild moons rise, madness thrives.
The sun must die a thousand deaths before resurrection!
that once burned all that came its way has mellowed.
The unforgiving sun has faded
into a pale shadow of its former glory.
The cool evening breeze caresses
those who've come to wet their feet in the sea.
An old man by the sea shivers in the sea breeze
the sun has reconciled to its fate as it goes down
content, without rancor, sad, older and wiser.
Rebellion yes.! There's still some spark left in the old man.
He must conserve his energy for the last battle.
The most difficult! But violence is no longer his option.
He has waded through blood and strife to reach the calm sea
where he submerged, purged his sins and soaked in ahimsa.
His dreams lie in tatters. Wild moons rise, madness thrives.
The sun must die a thousand deaths before resurrection!
Resigned, the old man watches as the sea swallows the sun.
#Prompt 1
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