cruel joke

It started as a cruel joke
Until I recognised
She might actually buy it,
Up late when I saw on TV
The News Report at 3AM
There'd been a spectacular explosion
And the regal sun,
Pouring forth its golden rays
For millenia,
Has been reduced to globs
Of glowing red embers.
"Better get used to it,"
I warned,
Looking out across
   the constellation of citylights
      tumbling to the horizon,
"There will be no more days"