"The Red Sun Setting"

“The Red Sun Setting”

The executioner’s son,
Looks to the haunted land,
And sees the setting of the red sun,
The noose is tighter in his hand,

As the crows scream,
And the ghostly audience waits,
The reaper, it seems,
Hesitates,

Quick darkness in the empty place,
As the red sun disappears,
On the surface of Death’s face,
Blood tears.