A blind demise

The sun rose but once,
An only chance.
For such,
As those,
Lonely,
Lament the twist of fate.
Torment their saints,
With a blind demise,
Of a lost,
And passing prize.
And when their eyes,
Tired and tied,
To the west beset.
See not in their shadows rise,
A new dawn,
Full and unbeholden,
Sing,
Climb for the first and last time,
Upon their shadowed,
Shoulders.