From Sunset To Dawn

the sun sets as a cloak of evil prevails like a disease spreading like wildfire eating as the light falls down its glowing throat into its star covered stomach eating away like black locust at a new golden harvest eats till no more is left at suddenly like an atom bomb a glow so bright the birds sing of its victory as the morning dew dance off there twisted vines and the meadow laughs in a roaring crowd of gust as the golden goddess triumphs again.