your worst mare of night
in its living flesh
have you said all of your goodbyes?
he is cutting at your skin
and ripping at your chest
for a moment you watch
and soon, he reaches in
tearing out your heart

holding it up to the sun
the great god of harvest and fruit
the god of light
the giver of the day

this is not nearly your nightmare
not nearly your greatest fear
actually, you see the point
the purpose
your thoughts drift away to the heavens
and the sun god is pleased
your family mourns
but soon
the flowers bloom
and the trees come back to life.