The Somber Solstice
In wounded layers of light
The Sun sits lonely
Lost to all whom he host.
Shadows speak the sorrow
On this, the shortest day.
Mother Night with lullabies
Gives sympathetic comfort,
Cradling the forlorn son.
The Sun sits lonely
Lost to all whom he host.
Shadows speak the sorrow
On this, the shortest day.
Mother Night with lullabies
Gives sympathetic comfort,
Cradling the forlorn son.
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