When The Sun Goes Away

humble were the prophets that saw the day,
silent in virtue and they were not supposed to say,
the wings of night fly faraway,
only when the sun goes away.

bright was the pillar of day,
softly hiding the mask of grey,
in hues blunt of ivory stained,
falling soon when the sun goes away.

the shadows roam where the light strays,
and the sky is clear beyond crystal ways,
the twilight dances,touching darkness in the soft sway,
when the sun goes away.

black warnings speak of no hope,
troubled minds silenced in the command of fear,
the darkest shadows called to play,
as the sun turns and goes away.