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