Sunset Children

The last generation responsible for change.

Sunset children born of night, together you wonder, alone you will fight. There is nothing but scattered bones, littering the sand, ancient dead giants forgotten to man. Daylight abandoned a generation selfish in sight, pouring their dreams inside your burdening plight.

Mother is crying, beckoning you play, guiding your vision, encouraging the way.

Children of sunset, your life has begun, take control of the reins before nothing is done. Listen in silence because nobody cares, living in glass cities to feed the Beast’s lair. Social chains warp your perspective of mind, keeping you numb, making you blind.

Mother is crying, beckoning you play, guiding your vision, encouraging the way.

Night is upon us, singing for dawn, pleading young children give voice to Her song. The future is burning, your toys must cast, destroying connection, forgetting our past. Where will you lead us once you’ve entered the fray? Children of sunset, time to show us the way.

Copyright Christopher Madsen 2021