TOILS OF NIGHT
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The feathery dusky violets,
Of a purplish vaulted sky royal,
Tickles the genteel soles of twilights,
It wakes to a bluing chambered hall,
Whilst ups a blanched dress as white stars sprawl,
Swart crown abandons an errant moon,
It scoops up stars with its moon beam spoon.
Cupid charioteers sparks away
And galloping Cherubs all out strewn,
Till twilight drifts into dawns gold sleigh.
Copyright © William Kekaula | Year Posted 2019