Solar Eclipse

I remember you were a golden sun

with eyes that glistened bright like morning rain.

You were as wild as raging rivers run
once just as sweet and just as free of pain.

I remember I looked to you,

as adventurous sailors seek the stars
forever lost upon the ocean blue
or sitting drunk in weary seaside bars.

Now you have fallen, without any grace,
like a great bird with broken battered wings.
Your terrible, bloody, deceitful, face
now shows the plain and awful truth of things:
if you had really flown so very high,

the fall would certainly have made you die.

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Notes: So, I wrote this sonnet a couple months ago. When I saw the today's NaPoWriMo prompt, I dug it up so that I could post it, because it suits the prompt perfectly. That being said, I did write a new hero poem (see below).