Followed by livid lilac smiles
And the sun's salmon-shaded shadows.
A new king's coming.
The blue above bows,
bending to a darker hue.
Creatures concede his supremecy,
Closing their eyes
In reverence to his reign.
Lowered heads lie on sunset beds
And cool air claims the atmosphere.
This is the Night.
A diamond-crested crown on his brow
And Moon-jeweled septor across his lap.
He sits upon his throne an emperor,
Submitting only to God and a sunlit sky.