Sunset

The hour of ruin is begun

In glimmer of the western tide.

The golden lava of the sun

Floods down the cloudy mountainside

And brings a death of fire and pain

Those ancient cities have not known

Who perished underneath a rain

Of hissing rock and molten stone.

Death coursing with a swift delight

Shall overtake me as I stand

Before the coming of the light

Upon the burning western land.