A poem about Saturn powers inspired by watching the sunset
The end
We have reached that point
Where the glaive has swung
The sun goes down
Starting with the changing of colors
The blue sky is now the orchid twilight
Clouds fill the sky
In beautiful oranges-pinks swaths
Dusk then ensues
Violet turns the sky
As the sun gets closer to rest
The fated event
Following into the indigo night
With it's cool darkness
So silent and still
A feared but necessary time
That does not last forever
Light will come
And there will be a path
To the noise of life
Brightness slowly creeps up
And warmth chases away the cold
Dawn painted lavender
It is morning
Completing the cycle
Realized is the purple one's ring
The sun rises once more
The beginning