Let the sunset’s beams flutter
Below the darkening horizon
Like a raven taking flight into
The closing of the world’s eyes
Brings the temporary death
Which men neither see nor fear.
Dreams fill the minds of many
While the Sun rests his weary gaze
And relinquishes his hold on mankind
Giving birth to the new rule of her highness
Her return to the throne brings her loyal stars,
Dancing across the sky that is ballroom floor
Where they sway to the tune of the wind through the silent space.
However, sorrowful though she may be,
The Queen’s time in power draws short,
Her subjects dwindle
Sending short winks to and fro
Before finally coming to an end.
And slowly, softly,
The rays of His Majesty emerge,
His warm fingers barely brushing
Her gentle locks of luscious hair
Before they quietly slip