Swirls Of Gold Filigree
A ghostly moon starts rising
as Dusk falls, and daylight's done.
And orange and tangerine,
envelope a crimson sun.
Heaven's draped in black velvet,
adorned with jewels of light.
And swirls of gold filigree,
spin within the dark of night.
Spinning pulsars and quasars
imbue rhythm to time and space.
And in this cosmic ballet,
gravity holds all in place.
Mars ascends in shades of red,
evoking passion and praise.
And claiming Her rightful place;
Venus peeks down through the haze.
Shooting stars fizzle away
within the blink of an eye.
And the kingdom of magic
is as near as the night sky.
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