Sunset
As a spent sun sets,
ebony shadows
merge with silhouettes;
penciled in the rough
by a charcoal dusk.
A brazen breeze
makes me shudder;
I feel it's cool
breath on my face.
And as wolves
and fireflies,
welcome Night,
the moon
glints like
gold.
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