Solstice
Long since it was decided to divide the world into cycles Glory varicosely gold veined sits enthronedEnthralled by dreams of ever dawning empiresWithout night to smother their chant or grind down their march.With questions too heavy to carry. While clung to the underside is the NocturnalPoised to turn the world upside downSpurned into action by dissatisfactionAt how day doesn't allow for great contemplationHow its bright light blinds its acolytes to anything beyond the here and now And yet both thinks it's for the bestThough neither would acknowledge the need for the other