Stab the Sun
If I stabbed the sun
Would it bleed into the sky
Would the heavens fill with red
Would the angels start to cry?
Would the world turn into crimson hues
Every spark of life shadowing death
The violets would no longer blue
As the beautiful roses prickle red
Would it try to heal its gash
By hiding behind the clouds
Perhaps a long wicked lash
Will drain the light right out
Or maybe the night would be eternal
As the sun's skeleton glowed
Because even I know a deep wound
Will always reach the bone
Imagine a sight so haunting
The pale entrails of the sun beaming
To think, under this starry coffin
The world will be dreaming
I wonder...
if I stab the moon
Will it too start bleeding?
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