Slowly she makes her arrival as her radiant partner dims and leaves the vast open sky empty for the briefest of moment.
Then, cloaked with a robe of shadows, she casts the earth into pure darkness, with mere glimmers of distant lume littering the sky.
This archaic beauty that has long been forgotten, neglected, exists in plain sight. Adored by few that still find peace under her cloak, the rest, ignorant.
I lay there, astonished by her indefinable nothingness, staring into the dark void and feeling a surreal twinge of fear and excitement. The subtle gusts of wind plague my mind as they bring life to the still darkness.
It’s a pity we slumber at her finest hour, after all, the night is always darkest before the dawn.