The Sunset

The Sunset An orb of glowing dying embers Smolders upon the contoured horizon Exuding fading rays of light Outwardly towards its nocturnal cloak A paling luminosity that fleetingly lights the eve But a sinking ship consumed by the briny Into the depths that lie below Piercing dregs that tinge the clouds With golden hue to bid farewell A final flourish of slow descent Into the darkening beyond While night blanks the canvas And douses the blazing glory The world awaits its next display Of deft golden strokes upon the top