Liner notes:I did my lyrics in a rondel variant, based off Chaucer's "Rondel of Merciless Beauty". Hopefully that isn't going to ding me as I felt that structuring the last quintet this way (as ol' Geoffrey himself did) allowed me to revisit the "waiting for the sun to fall" line and bolster the concept of the song to greater effect. It does have 13 lines. Also, I took advantage of the open meter allowance on this in order to best accommodate the title rhythmically.
The concept should be fairly clear, someone has done something untoward, we get the idea that they are about to be exposed, and they are reaping their prize which is perhaps anticipation itself, or is at the least tainted with the anticipation that their actions are bringing a catastrophic turn of events.
Waiting For The Sun To Fall - Brown Word and the Big Whine
I tempted fate, now I take my prize
Lay here waiting for the sun to fall
For certain doom to pay its call
For rusted blade to cut my ties
Your words rang hard and sharp as knives
Line went dead but you'll spill all
I tempted fate, now I take my prize
Lay here waiting for the sun to fall
Too bold a move now slowed time’s crawl
Each terrible moment with fear allies
I temped fate, now I take my prize
Lay here waiting for the sun to fall
For certain doom to pay its call