In the western sky
A beauty does lie,
From copper to ashen
The sky screams passion.
Sun submerged in brume
That aims to consume,
Putting up a fight
Before submitting to night.
Shouting golden rays
Set the sky ablaze,
And as it abates
Twilight quietly awaits.
As darkness invades
All the light fades,
And it shall be gone
Ere the red dawn.
Hold not your dismay
As the morn will allay,
And a beauty shall lie
In the eastern sky.