The Last Show

In the footsteps pacing the penultimate mile of mist, at the edge of fading furlong of future walkway obscure, in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates for the forlorn extant being silhouetted still against the scarlet skyline of immanent transience, witnessing the final flicker of the dying day. The twirling threads of turmoil entwined with the cleaved clouds blazing in lightning gale, crumbling the credulous horizon halcyon once. The chameleon transformation gets transcribed on the convoluted canvas burning in the last corner, from the surreal chromatic flare the ashes fly away. The shards of the splintered sky in the swirling storm, roll on the weary waves of the curled conviction cloud. The remnant rays of sanguinity survive still in the flamboyant flashes of the sinking sun, fabricate the latent lattice of the dormant dreams in the consumed life’s kaleidoscopic last show.