Sunset

The beaming sun is a fading lightbulb,
Drowning the world's sorrow,
Shedding rays of happiness,
As it sinks like a galleon below the angry sea.

The sky is a vast canvas,
Peppered with scarlet paint,
The colour of autumn leaves,
Announcing the approaching nightfall.

Agitated seagulls hover overhead,
Pale shadows of the passing day,
Drifting down to roost,
As the world sleeps.

Rainbow stripes streak across,
The infinite dome of the ever spinning globe,
Ignored by the creatures it serves,
Waiting.

Darkness arrives,
Shrouding lives in a thick wooly blanket,
The golden orb that gives us day disappears,
Its colour set in gold.

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