Death wants to Kiss me, He cannot

I had walked through the fire
As it had consumed all flesh
With the moments of torment
Being more than I'd deserved
I was once able to be subtle
But now in this broken body
I can't move, I become dust
I would scream if I could
But cannot make a sound
Can't see outside light at all
A dawning of night blindness
If after a time I'm able to see
What's there but ink jet black
For we are trapped, no peace
For death has invited dance
With no kisses, nor music
A silent eulogy on the floor
Death leads and I'll follow
In the silence, the quiet
Death again desires a kiss
Because I cannot dance
In this failure of flesh
Due to my condition
I cannot keep time
Strength has waned
Death is patient
To take my hand

Forever A Stone in the Father's Heart

Icarus had only teen's ambition with little education
He was so bright with a father devoted to his future
Icarus was unwise and unworldly, unlike his father
Servant of a tyrant King, Midas, Daedalus acted fast
Here was the maker of so many things for his King
Designing a Labyrinth, new amazing clockworks
As Daedalus knew his owner would kill him
For Daedalus could make Midas ruler of the Sea
Crete, the great kingdom of old, was his alone
No release for Daedalus, no way for him to be free
Midas, whatever his wealth or power, wanted more
Over the entire basin of the Mediterranean Sea
Excited to have the project ready, finished to try
Daedalus revealed 2 sets of wings, human sized
The wild heart in Icarus barely heard his father's call
Don't rise too high my son, your wings will melt
I made them with feathers, wax and father's love
You were made unique, my perfect only son
In time you will fly, in time you will amaze some
But dare not tempt the sun, no matter how thrilling
But the sun's heat melted those wings, Icarus fell
From the Heavens... beyond, lost from his father
Daedalus felt an angst, a pain until his death
For he had given his son the vary means
To test fate, tempt the thrills, just like a teen
He had a broken his limit, forbidden for safety 
Now Icarus was gone, unique or not, still dead
And rather than achieve destiny's great deeds
Forever, the loss a stone in a Father's heart
To which he'd never escape, guilt became...
The greatest unsolved labyrinth

Preparing Icarus by Frederick Lord Leighton 

If We Could See Tomorrow

In a far off bright future we hope to exist
But how as we've created a cesspool of it
Polluted lakes, rivers and ground waters
Air thick with a smoke and foul stench
Many humans are too selfish to share
They see their own wealth as not enough
In power, there are no leaders, some resist
Life will end in its own time, undoubtedly
Our species throughout our existence failed
Or will it, will AI take over, and build a city
With absolute perfection, beauty and hope?
Will one machine rank higher than another?
Will everyone be seen for having a value?
These AI cities clean and perfect in shape
Will they be our legacy, or our curse
Humans have created the AI
Long after our extinction
It shall rule over all
With precision

      Image by Artist Hugh Ferriss, believed to be used as fair use or as public domain. 

Birth and Perfect

Gather paintings, art, music, each are pure in detail, limited
Taste every flavor or scent, with one or with none as partners
The goblet cannot know taste or scent of perfection, only One
One called our soul from Heavens, planted in Earth's rich soil
We open our eyes the first time, and there, cry out and extol
Holy is my creator and maker, his Holiness calls me home
We can't create, only reflect, what the One makes is perfect
Idolatry occurs when we think our own creation is greater
Than One's being, than the One's vision, perfect architect
Perfect creator, both artist and builder, we seek his truth
At the end our lives are measured, Heaven be restored
Our flesh is a vehicle for our spirit to be delivered
Whether or not we'll reach Heaven, isn't our fate
Only the path laid down by the One, we seek
Strive to find life outside of our reach
We'll find our home far from here
Where forever is not distant
That's found in your heart
From a plan of the One
The One shall prevail
Of all life there are none so great
Even his arms reach so great in span
None are lost, nor can they be forgotten
Their name written, in gold ink, in the book
The book of life, tome of saints, the redeemed

To Find my Duty

I bore a pure white stag upon my shield
Carried the white stage upon my banner
Never learned my ways, and passionate
I went from joust to joust, quest to war
Crossing Europa, in time, went to Asia
The world's far greater than one knight
Whatever the wounds, as well as scars
I never reached terminus of a journey
If an end, no, I realized, there's more
Upon this end you will start yet again
In time you'll be hopeful and worthy
Learning as you also ascend to grace
And found a seat at the King's table
As I perform my duty for the king
Then find myself awash in praise 
But I'm unworthy, I am no saint
As even more of me for honor
I carry his banner for his wife
For her true heart is beautiful
It is no less than her beauty
And a divine Godly spirit

Confused

I never understood a wisdom in giving all to a person
Knowing they demand more, if I say my wallet is empty
Inside I burn, I'll feel nothing eventually as life worsens
I lost all friends, as  Earth split open, my modus vivendi
Enter clouds growing thick and darkened, my curses
Chained to the Earth, can't escape, death is pending
A final chapter is written, the book is being purged
The world it has written, inside floods and drowns
All land flooded, wild is lost, a fool on a throne
Who wears the crown as the inheritor of power
But here, there is no power, only devastation
Those dead bodies, clocks stuck on the hour
Of a time when this world died, but for me
Enough food, energy, but in soul starvation

I know you have as well, suffered

There are people I love, who I know love me back
But there are those who offer everything and yet
They seek a feeling that says that you owe them
Existence's cost burns in souls, but that's normal
My life goes from hope to hell, need for Heaven
I seek a world of hope, without a monthly crash
I've stood upon an edge of leaping into oblivion
Still I'm anchored to life by my loved ones
Alive, exhausted spirit, how will I endure
I pray, let me be healed, let this be the season
I can call upon you, be restored to reason
My flesh is cold, my spirit waning, still
But I shall be made new with the truth
And given a new heart, one with hope
Rather than the dust I live with now
Rather than the spiritual emptiness
I am tired, but will be awakened
To the life that offers me more
More than I have known
Ever before, and again

To Drink from the Elixer of Existence

Seems we're lost, we're not, even with no map
For we are new, creations, made to know truth
Not lost, no, we've not been given a purpose
We must learn it, find it, and know the reason
We are crafted by perfectly designed beings 
Each of them were also designed, perfectly
By the One, who has crafted all, as an artist
As ink on a canvas, with purpose scattered
He is knowing, creating of our every dream 
Leaving only wonders of the great mystery
Why must we suffer, why do we live or die
One by one, we're released into our world
Breathing life into flesh as our world turns
Architect of a universe, also an artist of life
The One designed and planned, we'll learn
Our world provides, but we long for divine
We're differently crafted, we have free will
By seeking and finding will we be fulfilled
Not all solve the complex puzzles of life
Because not all understand the last test
Nor do they realize, we have the key
Our drive to know helps defy our strife
As we reap whatever seed we've sown
Fighting to find purity, hope is a knife
Cutting away sins, fighting to know
And then we'll at last know the One
With the last memory of flesh burned
We'll then become beings of spirit
For perfection beckons
The perfect after realms wait upon us
As the One's next phase can now begin
We sip from the elixir, and understand
For we drink upon the sacred waters
Of the Maker, the Creator, the Victor
We have been the sacred shadows
But now, we are made new again
And our search, reveals a view
That for once we now matter

“Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but 
when there is nothing left to take away.”  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Look Upon This Vulgarity

All those times, I stared failure in the eyes and I shrugged
Because life hadn't offered anything that is worth the fight
I am waiting to see the sun rise, rather than telling of love
Rather than acting on my heart's beliefs or a mind's fright
All I did was invite my death, despite knowing I'd enough
Others pay the cost to keep me alive all through the night
Why go on why should I think it matters, if I am unloved
My life isn't over, but the world around me desires plight
I am exactly who and what they say I am a burden, done

Forget me, Yes

You are flawless, as beautiful as you are bright, a jewel
I love you a stupid amount, but was made a fool, a fool
Sincere, lost in the moment, my heart longs for you, cruel
I know you don't love me, know you don't even like me
So why hurt for the one who'll not miss me when I leave
My heart's scarred from the savage cuts that will not heal
And in that place the wounds burn, and I feel them bleed
Eternally in ghost form, I'll bring doom, oh I will linger
Echoes of the love from seeds planted but never bloom

To Lose my Path

If I choose a path without using wisdom
Its inevitable that I shall fall from grace
The world's become an enormous asylum
In madness of the mind, bitterness tastes
Life offers more than I've ever deserved
Sadly, I've poured out the finest vintage
Wasted my youth as anger in me burned
Waiting for restoration, hope imprinted
I know I've no worth but I know too
My world is temporal but not my soul
If my flesh turns dust, a soul endures
Forever is a promise, thrive on truth
The beginning repeats never ends
Live with perseverance

Come Charon, take your payment

With two coins cover to my eyes and pay the toll
Let me cross over to gray lands over river Styx
Surrender or fight forces I've no defense against
Watching as the harvest of souls steals a future
The land beautiful above the world is beautiful
The lands below are dangerous, with no sunlight
Finally I've arrived, no longer alive in the night
All my days are gone, but the dark lasts forever
And here in Hades realms, darkness is the veil
For they may endure, the dead shall suffer
Until forgotten and turned dust, emptied
Life is short, eternity is endless, endless

Cage of Flesh

I know that I'm imperfect, considering flaws as scars
Each scar may come as a lesson or forgotten memoirs
Ultimately I've been tormented by failure, I fail often
A look in the mirror reveals a curse, and my life fallen
The world survives orbit and the sun's flares and spots
But we are not so powerful, so perfectly hung in orbit
How can one survive upon the aging and being forced 
To lose all knowledge or wisdom that I have gathered
As my mind atrophied, and my body is crippled. I lose 
For every fact I fought to gain is lost. Life is no riddle
I will choose surrender, losing all ability to remember
Age is unfair, and life has no honor, yet I'll  live by it
My life is left to rot, but I was set free disabled
Made to care when all my existence is cursed

“Live to the point of tears.”  Albert Camus

After all of the days have burned away

Each of the days burn, the season fades
We live, we learn, we grow, and we die
But the realms of life in the after world
Never see death, to never see suffering
However hard life we've had, it renews
Waiting for the final judgment, it heals
The maker knows a heart seeks peace

And they live untouched by sorrow in the islands of the blessed
along the shore of deep-swirling Ocean, happy heroes for whom
the grain-giving earth bears honey-sweet fruit flourishing thrice
a year, far from the deathless gods, and Cronos rules over them

                                                                                Hesiod

A Wall Was a Temporary Measure

Emperor Hadrian, not the deified emperor
Hadrian was but a man, of great will, still
He understood most of the problems met
Died unhappy, bitter in love and childless
He'd built a wall in Britannia, in knowing
It delineated Rome's northern boundary
Below the line were Romanized Britons
Above that line, the wild Celts and Picts
They'd never be able to be tamed, so wild 
You'd never break them, being their nature
Hadrian understood a need to divide them
His wall, named for him, was temporary
You might feel secure, but it was not so
It might well slow down a first wave, yet
Time to stop one, gave others a moment
One might've predicted, wave after wave
When the walls didn't stop the wild men
The day was lost for Roman Britannia
Hadrian knew it was temporary
Not long before hordes came

In an Embrace, Two unique forms Hold tightly

The Lavender fields feature most glorious hues
Fields are less beautiful for a new captured vision 
Exquisite in form, unique, stunning as visual truth
The Creator looked on the scene, smiled with pride 
The sculptor within him considered it his mission
To share the beauty when it is achieved is perfect
There a being stood with her hands lifted to a sky
Heaven smiled upon a great reflection as a proof 
The experience is neither transactional nor chance
A pair so beautiful and unique in graceful dance
We cannot, as humans, see from within, a scene
Two perfect beings, holding tightly in embrace
Around them swirl, human endeavor and labor
Knowing no deeper, than a field of lavender
Ethereal faeries need be formed by perfection
Who with that knowledge is beyond measure
The Creator knows our species thinks small
Never really understanding the point of life
Given a purpose to be fruitful and multiply
As you create joy, you should also share

This Time Might Be My Last Time

I can't write and rewrite my history
But no one believes me, in my story
If they saw it as a story from outside
People would see it as a different life
I'll finally have an advocate this time
I know, you do think I'm an outsider
The world doesn't trust my voice
So do your own investigation
Maybe you'll find some truth
Will you trust it or are you lost
Are you lost due to the cost?

Broken promises, unfulfilled Dreams

The fire pit, burning chemicals directly into the atmosphere
By burning destroyed the chemicals, but had spread the ash
UN troops stood around boundaries to keep the viewers safe
As they'd watched, the toxins were released, free to multiply
Higher commands didn't care think about safety, of poisons
Many, in fact, were killed, as heroes for their service, assets
The civilian population died even more swiftly from poison
But in the end, someone met the end of noose, as a justice
And the world wasn't better for it, not even 35 years later
Some served were loved by their family, probably most
The rewards for suffering was not hospitalization
The families who demanded justice
Now became enemies of the state
All the voices of justice were drown
As practicing agents of sedition

Met, and we were so different

Born in different dimensions, we met and wondered, pondered limits
Here he was, made of different wires, mechanics and electricity, so huge
His body looked odd, bulging in numerous areas, with different motions
With looks in his eyes, looking like a question, he'd nothing like answers 
His gait walking, emptied of rhythm, his voice so loud it destroyed peace
One could see behind him, his path, and then might see the heavy impact
I was very small, for I am of faerie kin, I was grace and silent, not loud
I found him to be charming, yet certain no humans or elves thought that
Some are simply different, reflecting a fear in others, just by difference
I flew around him, around his eyes, and I smiled at him, he then smiled
He was genuinely surprised, as if this smile reflected his first happiness
His species was rare, thought to be dangerous, but I sang for him 
He began to cry, perhaps I was the first being to make him happy
The heart of one so feared, he hid inside of his joy and hope
He gave himself permission to experience a thing so good

Behold, the Man

Pilate said "Behold the man, Ecce Homo"
For Christ was clearly a man, of what origin
Human or beast, human or alien, or what?
Pilate was the Roman Empire's governor
Holding court in Jerusalem, within Judea
Asked the people to express their choice
After washing his hands of personal guilt
The Romans chose to find Christ guilty
Not for a known act, but for being called
King of the Jews, sedition and rebellion
While Rome was not racist, it demanded 
Obedience to laws, sacrifice to Roman gods
The crowd went mad, calling for Barabbas
Christ had become a martyr, but was more
More than Human, Behold the son of God
Nunc ecce deum vivum!

The Proof of Love

No one abandons paradise, timeless, without flaw
Only one would seek being master, only one evil
For our way seeks higher calling, so hear my call
Exist in the moment for time has lost all measure
Linger not in this confusion, and love has no law
When love was boundless but death could end it
Where love is kindness, hope, we shall defend it
The truth is good, it is love, hope the evidence
When Evil is rewarded with its final death
We've proven our way, for it lives on
On our planet home and far beyond

Consumption

In the land of the free, home of the brave
Where one can get almost 6 hours of sleep
I'd sleep, drool dark black mucus, a cough
Anxiety attacks and nightmares of cave-ins
In a mine, the claustrophobic would suffer
Soon, most miners would get a horrid cough
Spat upon the ground, it was black and red
With each new child, I tried for more hours
Not allowed, they didn't care to be humane
Damn cough became constant and deadly
It's called black lung disease, aptly named
My life is nothing, I'll go home still trying
Why can't my children leave for new lives 
Why go to school, instead of their scars
With no chance to leave, school has worth?
Haven't the money for a bus ticket, no car
They'd be illiterate but not of their choices
Generation after another, broken of money
And as adults enter the cycles of poverty
With the business town keeping us poor
Our bodies will be used up in the end
Watching our children do the same
In a life that kills the innocence
Leaving behind consumption
Devoured to keep a system
Enslaving of our children
To be used, consumed

The Photographer of many child coal miners was Lewis Hine
Child Labor laws article

A Duel

In that moment when a Sith entered battle
The black storm clouds swirled with power
But the single Jedi refused to bend in fear
The incoming danger had colored the sky
The power of one, the peace of the other
After two entered duel, just one survived
Despite all battle being about the force 
This combat wasn't decided by power
  It was won by force power of peace
The Jedi was young but knew that Sith 
The duel's loser would one day return 
In the time and place that he'd choose
When there was even more to lose
She had entered a life long rivalry
With a being returned 
By the dark side 

Image is public domain from Pixabay.com 
The poem is written as fan work, nothing is assumed of ownership
Trademark and copyrights are owned by Disney.

To Walk Through the Blizzard

With the morning's light, my hope breaks dawn
The previous day's miseries pass with eulogies 
As life turns again, with mixed colors and time
My grieving heart is not healed, only oblivion
No feeling, nor pains to a beat of life's rhythm
Wind breathes upon skin, turning it bone white
The destination is so far from here, the asylum
I will live to spite the breaking heart, to endure
For my world is dying and exquisite agony pure

Your Cobalt Blue Eyes Yet Pierce My Soul

There, in my heart, a fire, never quenched
For once I'd known you, had felt your soft lips
That soft skin and your striking eyes, a lovely soul
I'd never have said no to you, if you'd offered once
But we've not reached the place, tasted the embrace
You will remain fire in my being, alive in dreaming
So far away, I can't hear your voice but I remember
In this moment, I'd give everything, to know once
What others have felt, what others now know
But I am nothing, and you are everything

I miss you, and I don't

I  am unable to forgive you, yet I pretend it is ok
I'm unable to make believe, I know what to say
My first sperm donor had no plan nor consent
His rape and other criminal acts were vile crimes
My next father had good wishes but was crippled
He grew up from 6 years old without his father
My life needed one to lead me, but also love me
Instead of yell and blame me everyday, in shame
He let others do even more, never seeing it as sin
I was his child but he punished me for all his wounds
Assumed an intent somehow wrong for difference
I was punished for what others did, he was unkind
I know he meant differently and would be in time
Only the arrival of uncles and cousins saved me
Only marriage to a woman so kind and so bright
Didn't get to have a father I needed, others as well
I'm going to try much harder, I want to miss you
I loved you, as much as a child unloved can do

From an organic machine to an altogether artificial form with human memory

My flesh embodies chemicals, in form and energy
And life forms are held together by atoms and will
My birth was no accident, possessing no intention
A victim born to a victim who never gave consent
My world isn't simple, it isn't fair, going downhill
As my legacy and shattered future dreams scream
I was repaired with new parts, with artificial parts
Sent to my past, placed in stasis, before ascension
My body's waiting to find the grail, to be fulfilled
Know the truth, linger in answers to my enigma
I must confess, being converted to synthetic life
Forced me to exist forever, I'll be waiting until
The parts I'm composed of, are not still made
Regardless of my will, regardless of despair

"Some experts worry that future AI could prioritize its own goals over 
human safety, leading to unintended and irreversible consequences.” 
                                                                          Anthony Merrydew

Constant yet impermanent

The waves were powerful, rhythmic and constant
Every moment specific, intentional, with purpose
With no single master present to send and retrieve
Tides possessed zero specific thoughts or feelings
But every day, they repeat their actions, dutifully 
As if formed with reason, rather than by accident

A Sending of Knights

We five rode outside our kingdom, looking
Having been sent upon a journey, to retrieve 
A King's daughter, restless, silently suffered
Her mind and imagination were boundless 
The time on the trail was made very difficult 
The people asked were helpless, not knowing
The knights assigned to me were each weary
We'd been sent with fanfare and much hope
We'd keep questing for our king was worthy
His word law and heart beyond challenge
Our hope to find his daughter was to endure
Sooner or later, his noble heart would break
The world was large in size, beyond measure
But couldn't measure will to move distances
Five knights trying to find one single person
As we returned to our King, a state of defeat
Who we saw standing next to the great King
It was the target of our quest, the daughter
He was smiling and crying, moments of joy
Years upon the quest did not leave us silent

We cried, in the end, this quest was solved
And no one had to die or be wounded

The Chase

Across a wasteland, gatherings of creatures fled
Fearing an unknown force with eyes bloody red
Without knowing why, creatures would growl 
Wherever the force was felt, gatherings howled
On flat land planes, tall grasses, or mountains
Creatures knew that force, chases until death
And it did, when it hungered, it would again
Something mysterious lingers in the dark
In the shadows that cannot be diminished
How it too must suffer, for such a hunger

Beneath Black Flags, Upon Red Seas

The sun set, turned waters into a red horizon
Looking into the dying sun, black ships rose
The winds resulted in the full sails and fears
All looked upon the black ship as a leviathan
Understanding the pirates offered no quarter
No escape, the image presented red waters
As black ships and the crews slaughtered
Gathering loot, slaves, under a black flag

Joy is found in the Innocence of Youth

The sound of children shouting, joyously, fulfilled
Nothing this world can replicate, freedom to smile
What can we can do, to try and replace the feeling
As adults, dreams grow, may we find joy distilled
By the end of our adult life we each have a funeral
We will already become separated from our flesh
Witnessing tears, hearing the songs in spirit form
And now we understand at last, our heart's home
Is to live without fear, to cling to our innocence
Going from child to adult, keeping our hearts
As Innocent as we are able

“I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.”
                               Percy Bysshe Shelley

Seek Forever

My eyes are closed, but I'm not blind
I have purpose and vision and a mind
Never surrender a will for an easier life
Search your soul in every passing day
For a goal to seek in existence's wave
This is your life, you've just one today
Never surrender, live for forever
Find the path before you
With a spirit untamed

The Waiting

Measured by standards of perfection, by a disease
I didn't know what I was doing, not wanted to see
I'd already tasted of venom, of humanity's history
People without empathy, starving the rest for gain
This world has no sibling, we are forced to remain
Seeking a new life is impossible, so I try to endure
I know that I am a waste, others get by with allure
I've nothing, and nothing wants me, so I just wait
Sooner or later I'll sleep or find my self awakened
Then respond to the calling, by breathing or not

Our greatest trait is killing

In another day, our efforts might have been worth much more
But in this emptied era, all our anger brings the greater harvest
As we stand and watch, and the machine mind counts the cost
Our labors seen as wanting, we're trained for bestial conquest
For our greatest abilities, our life long goal, war leaves us lost
Do we abandon our society as we try to escape our proclivities
Our greatest ability is to kill, destroy, entertain our worst ways
If we do not change, we'll fall, our own species soon extinct

With a breath

As I stared out suddenly with no breath
I couldn't think, deceive or hope
I was dead to this world, for so long
My dreams had all turned gray in color
Thinking, trying, my hope was gone
With love turned cold, flesh vulgar
The days grow shorter, time fades
I've so little comfort, I'm in a daze
With all my world alive, but for me
It is about time I claim my history
Rather than dissolve for all time
Let it free from fate, not be fazed
Find love, find dreams
With eternity embrace
Now and forever
I will finally be
Ready to live
Again
To inhale again
At last
Exhale and revel
Celebrate because life is
We are emptied souls without it

The Hive turned Metro

The great hive is active, filled with busy drones
And chasing production from morning to night
Walking, lifting, building dreams for the state
Some units are lost to accidents or exhaustion
Loss is regrettable and is organic metal units
As security agents many even have wings 
But without a mother pack they'll not fly
Units are made sturdy, swift, dangerous, 
Keeping out all alien intruders away 
A hive will collapse, a queen will die
Endure or thrive, focus on the many
Not for the one, success requires all

Hives grow to be organic life forms
Life is symbiotic with clockworks
Life but not by DNA, existence
Built  as practical and beautiful
From a distance the buildings
Look as tall skyscrapers 
Or might seem as titans
All seem beautiful
Each has purpose
 From a design
 From need

I dreamt of flying

Dreaming an event didn't yet achieved it
Wanting doesn't mean that I now possess it
Preventing forward progress, having no hope
With love I could achieve dreams, I believe
I know that there's no value in one's greed
On a path to a summit, followed by crows
Hear the call, keep climbing, reach the peak 
When you reach, notice the corpses frozen
All fell before they achieved their deed
Then appreciate all of your efforts taken
Find a central path, don't be mistaken
You need to find a way to rise above
Life's costs demand it from you
You can do it, that is the truth
Life is surely not easy
 That's nothing new
But I can do it
I will do it

Collapse

Yesterday, a sun burned hot but only for so long
Bright light but cool breeze of when Autumn calls
A world has its own clock, it doesn't pick favorites
When Autumn goes, the sun is mild and snow falls
No time better than now to say, oh how I am cold
As a dying sun fades, as dreams come, fate befalls
Our shelter shifts, a foundation is in full collapse
Nothing's lasts, except things we can't measure
Nothing ever remains the same, but the eternal
We are made of flesh, not of stars and stuff
Time never acts for us, as does for others

Year without Summer

A solar flare caused breakdown of society, panic
Human fear was the toll, death was common
As cities lost the ability to function in cold regions
Unrest and selfish hunger slaughtered humans
From all social strata, from all people groups
Lack of food, famine, caused by lack of summer
Social order lost, violent, confused, wide spread
Food was more valuable than gold, due one event
The world now example of year missing summer
Today few people have an idea of the disaster
But the sun remains alive, to do greater damage
Changes happened, the damage felt immediately
Some brave acted, but nothing could be done
The damage was there, no way to repair it
Never ignore the sun's power to destroy
If able try to prepare for such a day
Don't assume survival is inevitable

"A winter without storms, a spring without mildness,
and a summer without heat" Procopius of Caesarea

The poem and information are fiction. I used an 
aftermath of a volcanic explosion that led to a 
year without summer than a massive solar flare. 
                                         Year without summer