A bloated sun
hangs above
like a dying giant
with a crown of raging red.
Down below they die,
his children, his flowers,
the creatures of his garden,
he is killing them all
In his old age
he grew tired
why should he
sustain them all?
They laughed and danced with
him, with it, the stars, his children,
but while he warmed them they
did not play with him, they
played with each other.
Only staying near him because of the heat,
but he grew old, and the winter
never left his bones now.
And if the winter did not leave the sun
then why should other cold - hearted stars
have summer? why should
They?
The giant was falling
and with it it took
all its children, flowers and stars
into the Abyss
-- The always cold Abyss.
I usually don't explain references in poetry I write, but since I know Americans for instance are much less familiar with this story, this poem is making references to The Selfish Giant / The Giant's Garden, by Oscar Wilde.
Image taken from WikiMedia.