Twilight inks earth in cobalt silhouettes,
before shy stars unveil flickering lights.
And shadows slink forth melding into night,
as a defeated sun feigns scarlet death.
Indigo clouds cluster into a shroud,
absorbing shades of cerise and purple.
And day shrinks to a aura of crimson,
restrained within rusty crystals of ice.
Dusk weeps dewdrops grieving to no avail,
as dark dims the last vestiges of light.
And breezes whisk the heat away in gusts,
eerily chilling both body and soul.
Long skeleton fingers anchor the sky,
to a lone tree rooted in ebony.
While a marshmallow moon becomes snagged,
in the netting of its velcro branches.
Creatures of the dark wake from their slumber,
unaware of the disappearing sun.
And as silence sets, life bends to its will,
all but a cricket’s haunting piercing shrill.