Do you wish that I falsely promise to build

for you great palaces out of words

and temples roofed with dreams

shall I coo like a pigeon to please you

or roar like a lion to please myself

i sang for you but you did not dance

i lamented but you did not cry

look at the darkness of the East

giving birth to the sun

my heart is still weary

how recent was the dawn

©Rashid Hunt

Dawn of the End