Changes.
As light sinks to hibernation rays of sunset
become fatefully pallid like
faded worn velvet adorning a battle-vest.
Spectacularly mystical changes then muster
for unseen roll-call by spreading
queen Moon\'s opal veil over dim dusk.
Her pale crescent glow sprays cloudy mist
of non-hue, crushing out scarlet
in cool pearly beams by sheer insistence.
She bleeds grey into Sol\'s late complexion
by brooming out heat with regal
drift as she dusts lunar-flakes into the west.
Flamboyant retreating streaks darken finally
to sparks as Sun now conquered
and weeping red tears is made to retire.
Bleeding with wounded pride at losing face
king bows as queen Moon ascends
for on tasting power she intends reigning.