Sunsets
Black silhouetted mountains
Behind a tangerine sky
Like a fire breathing fountain
A painting not yet dry
The serene setting sun
Rays like clock hands
A burning quarter to one
Sparkle like desert sands
Blue darkened seas
Charcoaled ashen ground
Cool is the night breeze
Silence is the sound
Grey is beautiful
When clouded visions show
That natural art is plentiful
Especially in the snow
Demon blood is spilt
Across the Earths glass
The axis is slowly tilt
Daytime goes so fast.
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