Crimson Fires
Flames from out of crimson cannons dancing
and warriors atop their purple steeds in prancing
wars of the heated days coming to an end
in colors of the sun and evening’s blend
with proud sunsets flaunting their vibrant colors
in a majestic harmony with all the others
celestial artists working at their skyborne easels
dressed in orange-colored robes with golden bells
shooting flames from their wide-open mouths
keeping their pledges and their twilight vows
aiming at the seas as they float and hover
slipping through the clouds with one another
painting them a deep crimson for the esoteric eyes
and coming into view in a majestic guise
and vibrating fires burning up the twilight air
with pomp and artistry and ceremonial flair
like artists do when they show off their works
and the tedious air comes to life and perks
as the sunset nears from the busy earth in motion
falling oh so falling into the cold black ocean.
Night has fallen while all artisans go to sleep
‘til morning comes as they rise again from the deep
and stoke the fires that burn through the day
until upon the cold black sea they lay.
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