Winged Spector Of A Twilight Goddess

Darkness rises upon the wings of twilight,
as dusk settles the fiery god of day light
into his transcending bed of cosmic slumber,
while angels weep diamond tears of star dust
across the heavenly zenith of silken black.
Shadows seep across the blazing landscape,
drenching new budding life in the shroud
of sominal quietude's serene embrace,
while churning clouds of charren gray
creep across the stainless ink of the night sky
setting it awash within the gently flowing
tidal currents of a stormy maelstrom,
born from the ethereal specter of a twilight goddess,
who basks within the enchanted void of dark expanse
and sheds her celestial robes asunder,
to stroke the land in her liquid caress
of vibrant blessing and illuminating renewal.
And as dreams flow into daylight twinkle
briskly rising above the haze of night,
the sun god stands to retake
his ascending throne of incandescent rays,
and reign, with tender smile upon his face,
as he gazes upon his earthly realm renewed,
and glimpses the hand of his beloved bride,
as it slips back into the nestling warmth
of her blackened cocoon of cosmic slumber,
to be reborn anew once more,
within the gentle encirclement of twilight time.