How beautifully did God paint the morning sky!
Such explosions of vibrancy graced mine eyes.
Too soon the sunlight will drench his blessed opus,
Leaving me haunted by its lasting phantom.
How could God wipe away this glorious sight,
When it was as dear to Him as it was myself?
I asked Him in my mind's eye and he replied,
"You may burn brilliantly, scorching sky,
Or fade into oblivion devils provide.
To die or to live? If it were up to me,
My child, I would choose the latter..."