Here is the ray

Colorful wing,

     universal, the center

of the sky, the blue paint

peering through the light, fading away under

the battle cry of nightfall, the emerging

starlight. Here

is sunset, here

    is power,

       beauty--

            Pink, red, yellow hues.

A painting of fruit-hued colors. Cameras

turned on, trying

                 for capture, rapture,

completely enraptured by

such sensational sovereignty

over the world, like the calling before

A royal entry

A presentation before the constellations

and the moon.

From the blushing pink to the fiery red,

to the luminosity

The tinge of gray a threat

to the throne?

The thickness of chemicals

attacks our world

Slow death, no mercy

Sunsets-- legends of

beauty, that still, after all these years,

      could reappear

Shying away from

darkness, and

accepting bliss.