The blue sky feels the threat of the encroaching night.
The sun cries a trembling violet in hopes the darkness will retreat.
Innocent bystanders arrested by the spectacle do nothing to intervene.
They justify their indifference with feigned meakness.
In a fit of indignance the sun explodes orange,
protecting the what remains of the western stronghold.
Pink obstinance scatters across the remainder of daylight -
a refusal to succumb to arrogance.
Clinging to the remnants of a false hope,
the last breaths of wispy clouds dissapate.
The stars emerge without remorse in triumphant victory at yet another defeat.
