Inti and the Son – Prompt 3

I’ve been blessed to dance beneath your rays

To lay beneath your warm embrace

But cold comes quickly in the shade

As shadows start to overtake

My god my god, come back I beg

I am not ready for the end of days.

 

Oh, my glorious light

 

What is this that I have defied

For my light to die out right before me

We wail in grief and gather in mourning

Circle our crops and heed your warning.

Please accept our offerings .

 

Oh, my glorious light

 

He promised not to scream– he was my good little one

Jahni’s blood blessed the ground that we stand upon.

Take him, I beg to our glorious sun.

The rays lift and warm me but my son is gone.

Oh, my glorious light

 

 

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