Buried Candles

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Sun died in the lap of horizon,
Gave birth to darkness.
Sorrows emerged from its womb so barren,
With all their cruelness.

Shattered dreams lacerated her eyes,
Gave crimson tears way to flow dry,
Spread their bruised wings, soared high,
In complete turmoil, into the ashen sky.

Fingers so benumbed to kindle any light,
In this another desolate moonless night.

Julielai · Accepted Answer

With all their cruelness (a bit forced)

Gave crimson tears way to flow dry,
In ~~this~~ another desolate moonless night.

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