Day painted the sky
With white and grey.
Sprays of sunshine turned the white popcorn clouds gold.
Swiftly, he picked up a spatula and splashed bold
Strokes of grey, blue and white.
Then, he picked up a light
And torched the skies.
He watched the blue and grey dyes
Turn to shades
Of glowing flames
Till the embers did subside
And in came his dark and sinuous bride,
Called, Night, wearing a diamanté gown
And a moon tiara on her crown.

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