The Dark Sun

(a ravenelle royale in trochaic octameter)

Free from worry she is spinning, dancing, twirling, brightly grinning,

as her final day’s beginning, ’neath the dark sun, ruby red.

Caring not about the glances of her neighbors as she dances

on this final day of chances, ’neath the dark sun, ruby red.

In the sky the birds are wheeling. She finds joy to be appealing

for this final day of feeling ’neath the dark sun, ruby red,

          dying dark sun overhead.

Scientific fears abiding--on errors, all hopes were riding;

at the end, there was no hiding from the dark sun flying high.

First warnings were taken lightly; now, while holding loved ones tightly

near the end, the light bursts brightly from the dark sun flying high.

Most have no real way of learning, ’til deep red, the clouds are turning;

in the end the air starts burning from the dark sun flying high,

          dying dark sun in the sky.

All their great works torn asunder, instantly, in silent thunder.

No one left to sit and wonder where the dark sun used to be.

An expanding glowing bubble rapidly it’s size had doubled;

nothing left to cause more trouble where the dark sun used to be.

Super-nova quickly growing, eating planets without slowing;

empty space is what’s left, showing where the dark sun used to be,

          dark sun once, now memory.

(c) 2016 - dustygrein

**Note on the form. The ravenelle is a form I created in 2014, based on what is arguably the most well-known trochaic poem of all time, The Raven by E.A.Poe. It is a form well-suited to story telling, and I am--first and foremost--a story teller. This apocalyptic sci-fi journey was done as a more tightly woven version of the ravenelle, known as a ravenelle royale. It uses a half-line rhyming pattern with a refrain that ties it together: (a-a,a-B1 c-c,c-B1 d-d,d-B1 B2) and is crafted in strict meter, with the forceful up-and-down emphasis of trochees (HARD-soft syllable pairs).