wherein
angels lie
they be devils
some
constructs
falter
when
light
descends
Sunset
Fiery culmination of Day's
anticipation,
Meeting Night on
reluctant terms,
Day surrenders
to his
sweet nocturne
but not without
fierce protestations.
Her attending maids fiercely blush
with knowing pleasure, and
usher her to his ebony chambers
strewing their retreat
with glittering gems and sighs