A Sage's Elegy

A gray-robed man

Wandered too far

Over the black dunes — where the Earth had thinned —

For the Sun.

Then the gloomy mountain

Loomed before him.

So he climbed through the fog

For the Sun.

His limbs burned,

His stomach grumbled,

His bloodshot eyes found the brightness.

At last, he made it to the peak

For the Sun.

But to his despair,

It was the lifeless, yellow mockery

Of the mythical Sun,

Hanging in the blue void without the warmth.

He laughed. He wailed.

Then he shrieked

To the false Sun,

“Burn, damn you! Burn!”