Rulers of the Skies

He glided his way to the endless horizon,
He paled and began to fade away,
The birds flocked to look at his retreat,
His departure signaled the end of the day.

They loved his strength, so fierce and bright,
Strong enough to make them look away from his light,
But even as that blaze turned to a mild glow,
They loved his glorious, royal closing show.

They watched him sink as the moments went by,
His heat in hues of red and vermilion and wine,
The satin of his robe of blue and gray,
To the Queen of the skies, then gave way.

She crept slowly upon silent space,
With an unyielding, unwavering gaze,
She bid him a fond farewell,
The skies were now hers to dwell.

The birds now felt sheltered from harm,
They scattered away in a peaceful calm,
The Queen of the skies was their guardian,
They could now slip into a blissful oblivion.

Her cloak was cold, yet supple as silk,
Studded with stars was her regal quilt,
As she watched the birds close their eyes and doze,
She smiled and thus, a silver crescent rose.
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