Dawn

The burning sun

On this hot lonely land

In early morning clad

With impetuous intent

I arise from my bed

To view its secrets

Of the new days' mystery:

"What say you, morning sun?

What important news is there

To report for the day?

The sun gazed down at me and said:

"Before the moon comes by

You will be crowned king of the land,

And then you will lose your life.

But that is for your shadow to report,

Not I to tell.