Story of Sunset

The battle is coming,
Dusk is here.
Sky is becoming,
Wistful grey.
As the earth and sky,
Come to arms.
A beautiful lie, 
The painted sunset.
The colours are blood,
As the day and night fight.
Orange and red,
Clouds so bright.
But the day will lose, 
The earth give in.
With many a bruise,
Retreat for the night.
Bow to the sky,
Let go of the light.
And wait till morning comes.