A new dawn beckons
A new day to relinquish
All splendour's flown by
The dusk is nigh
Its presence is vast
It repels the sun, which graciously exits
To stage its death
Onwards and forth
So alive
Gently engulfing all that lives and dies
O stygian mirth
The dusk is nigh
It quietly exits to stage its demise
The pillow will play the guide
The horror, so alive
Onwards and forth
Towering
So alive
Like shapes they assemble
Tangible, sombre, amoral
In ceremonial silence, to observe and admire
The delights of helplessness, and remain
Perplexed, transfixed, in joyous awe