Serenading Sanguinity

The mystique mist of amorphous ambiguity shrouds under opaque veil the penultimate pathway to the terminal time post in the cauldron of future, obscure. In transient twilight hour sunset swansong resonates in the void valley of life, forlorn, silhouetted still against the sunken skyline, weaving indigo filigree, melancholic. Twirling turmoil threads embroider morbid motif at the pallid fringe of passion cloud clumps, petrified, surging with sensuous storm from the onyx horizon, ornate once with halcyon hues, rinsing chameleon chimera ephemeral, on the yearning canvas ablaze in cold flame. From the burnt relic of memory menagerie reminiscence ashes fly away in whirlwind, unbound. Splintered shards of hope, adrift in despondent current of fluid fervor, flow in sullen stream of billion tear drops in the twilight zone. The remnant rays of sublime sunset shapeshift into strings of psychic violin, resonant. Resurgent orchestra survives still behind the fallen curtain, performs the last symphony for the lone audience. The melody of latent concerto suffuses the listless life with tuneful echo of serenading sanguinity, timeless.