Darkness

Darkness falls upon the watercolored crescent sky like a scratch of charcoal, Whose sedimentary debris dribbles across parchment poked with starry holes. Etch-a-sketch screens polka-dotted with extraterrestrial twilight unravel, Like scrolls whose delicately plaited papyrus rolls around Gaia's gavel. For the night is but a paper coiled inside of an encrypted cylindrical cryptex, Beside the light in a vial of vinegar which vanishes away the charcoal's text.