As the sun slowly sinks,
behind the blue hills yonder,
the last rays beating through the veil,
like an estranged lover,
giving one last longing look,
before bidding adieu forever.
As the sky quietly mourns
the parting, like a grieving jilted lover,
Dark clouds swirl across
the vastness, a prowling dark suitor,
claiming every inch of emptiness
in its embrace, as would a paramour.
As the hour turns ominous,
the sky quietly surrenders
to the insidious cold embrace.
And just when it seems to be all over,
quietly sneaks another suitor,
a knight in shining armour !
As he rises ever so stealthily,
steely resolve in his silent demeanor,
quietly lifting the veil that shrouds the sky,
like unveiling a bride on the altar,
freeing it from the menacing grip,
breaking the hold of the dark paramour.
The dark clouds beats a silent retreat,
knowing well his reign is over,
the brilliant knight claims his bride,
as I quietly do ponder,
if it isn’t the lover in disguise,
the Sun! oh yes I do wonder.