A sparkle of sunlight against a glimmering tear
Raining on the smooth cheaks of the innocent
Fearful of the sunset that beckons in the west.
A moonless sky lit by the stars shining bright,
A fallen angel plummeting to the hell below
From her high horse in heaven's fields
Now gone awry from the people who have
Let the anger and fear boil and fester within
Tarnishing its once glorious flora and fawna.
Karma ran amuck with the evils of man
Frowing with its stubborn unwillingness to
Simply disappear into the darkening night,
Wishing the dawn would break once again
With the safety of morning light.