Sunset Swansong

In the misty milepost of the penultimate pathway, at the faint fringe of future obscure, the twilight tune reverberates the requiem for the forlorn tree, silhouetted tranquil against sundown skyline of transient radiance, witnessing in the cauldron of time the last flash of the decaying day, d y i n g…. The twirling tapestry of tempestuous torment, interlaced seamlessly with the cleaved clouds of swarming storm, ravages the unwary horizon, halcyon once, marks the chameleon shift of concealed colors on convoluted canvas, lacerates the last corner of the frail fresco, c r u m b l i n g…. The deformed shards of the splintered sky spin in swirling storm, roll on the dismal waves of curled up bleak cloud, the remnant rays of sanguinity still sparkle in the departing flashes of the sinking sun, drowning the montage of memory, compose the latent melody of the unsung dreams with the fossilized life’s fading cadence, sequistered in spectral lyric of sunset swansong, r e s o n a t i n g ….