Here in the Shadowlands, there is talk of sun,
But it is only talk, a distant memory,
A wistful dream of what was—warmth and light, unspeakable joy.
I will have none of that.
I am afraid of the sun because I am afraid
Of sunset, a return to the Shadowlands and Shade
With dread and loss reborn, the ash of what once was
And is no more, the scent of love
On a cold pillow.