Twilight Eclipse Of The Celestial Star

The day is a quiet one, beautiful,
as blue jays chirp happily
in their brightly colored trees
and build their nests in fevered expectation
of growing numbers of progeny,
and hungry felines slowly stalk
their prey in silent hunt,
while drooling in constrained anticipation
of a succulent morsel of flesh within their grasp.
But within a single moment,
all grows eerily quiet
within the domestic setting
of natural harmonic bliss.

The clear azure sky dims
as shadows caress the landscape,
enshrouding it in a cloak of ghostly calm,
and the vibrant solar orb,
slowly becomes overshadowed
within the twilight eclipse of the moon,
staining the unblemished satin sky crimson,
as the heavens weep,
becoming tear-stained with
grotesque smears of ethereal blood.

Darkness encroaches upon the land
as the world holds a collective breath
to await the coming dispersion
of the spectral haze of the solar eclipse.
The breeze is still and silent,
within the tense impregnated moments
of dim scarlet obscurity and stagnation.
And the world lays in impotent constraint,
as slowly, ever so slowly,
the light returns and
the heavens open up into a
deep shade of violet and
blossom once more into
rich flawless sapphire tones.
And as the celestial star of luminary light
shines down once more across the realm,
the world gasps and once more
can take slow even sips of purified air,
uncontaminated and free to
flow upon the random tidal currents
of the breeze's momentary whims.
And life returns to its normal pace.