The red sun recedes, an owl voices it’s call
A rare luminary impels the clouds to fall
A sprightly chill gluts the warm air
The moon alludes from its hazy snare
A gleaming beacon in an endless void
It always does its best to avoid,
The hybrid mixture of twilight
By dissenting from complete sight
Glistening and glowing with silvery white
Dispelling dark shadows of the night
As the sky's blackness spreads
Moon rays seep like silken threads
Gleaming the earth's sable surface
Blissfully descending like heavenly grace
Slowly a gilded dawn shall near
The cosmic pearl will disappear
Behind the scorching yellow sun
Outshined, sadly it melts being sullen
Even so, the moon has besought us all
To bask in its light and evade fear from night fall
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