Glimpse Of The Sun

A glimpse of sun bourne on a square; 
an empty promise for an empty rebel. 
If he only knew that hell dwelt there, 
a second thought, or time would tell.
Who dares to try to hold the sun? 
Or wrests a bull with naught but horns? 
A decision one will ever spurn, 
for this man's balance we will mourn. 
A half-day's panic did set in, 
when bathed in fury, the gladness left. 
A glimpse at the sun, too much for him; 
that twisted world, where sight was deaf. 
When hope was gone, there came a light; 
the sun's last breath had fled his mind. 
He lived his own rebirth that night, 
yet for another, he still doth pine.