The interloper comes:
Dusk stands brooding
at the doorway.
Twilight, wrapped in blue vapors,
envelops the shivering sun,
a smudge, a faltering step,
bidden to the darkening gyre
of night.
Pale tarnished stars tumble across
the sheets of obsidion sky,
ghostly flecks of amber in
eternal glissade.
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