The cold persuasive stare of the rising crescent moon’s fleeting astral scowl,
a shivering passing glance during the recognized cosmic routine,
flies-by the fading feeling of the sunsets’ romance retiring.
A lunar revolution with the celestial twinkling stars.
Their guiding flicker anticipates ascension to the stellar universe’s heavens.
Deserting clouds wave away to the rays, as they help
shadow the falling heat of the sweltering sun’s dying light.
Silently retreating until tomorrows’ climactic beginning,
the heartbroken sun solemnly sinks behind the earths rotating body.
The sly illusive king star releases a misleading solar blink, as its radiance weakens from sight and dies for the night.
The overpowering moon shakes stardust from its eyes, and casts a snarled glare.
With galactic-gritted teeth it laughs at the remembered heights of victory,
only to selfishly fall victim to the ghastly sun’s warm and inviting morning smile.
The tricky embrace of false sincerity.
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