The Dying of the Light
Many turns had they seen. Thread had come and gone.
The red planet was dimmer now. Passing beyond
Her golden scales still gleamed. She watched waiting
knowing soon they would embrace the dark between
The sky was darkening above the bowl. But they would
not see the sun again. Their time was done. Soon now
they would follow and seek the loves that had gone before
It was fading. The long dark had come. One last time they rose
above the canyon. Then in a blink they flashed between.
The Light Died
