Early sunset amoungst
purple moors.
They catch alight in
the forgetting sun.
He stands and watches them,
with her naturally,
as the sun soars into
oblivion.
They are content with their situation,
with their love.
No more passion or spark,
just a mellowed flame.
They are old before their time,
but their mothers watch on with
high anticipation of bells
and the tapping of small feet.
Their fairytale ending
is coming into place.
But it is after the sunset,
we never see.
Nothing.
Nothing is what awaits them,
an eternal night of darkness.
They'll be together,
but never truly see the light.
The troubles start,
smashed plates,
and broken arms.
The sun will have set for sure.
After a while
they leave each other.
Now content with their lonlieness,
only to find themselves alone,
on the blackest of nights.
They need to stop and pause before
the sun sets.
When people age the sunsets natuarlly
and it is right, meant to be.
But they are too young,
and their world grows darker,
every second.
