As the sun slips through heaven's western gate:

Night comes with three veils to obliterate

The remains of day's glow, and one by one,

Draws twilight, dusk and dark o'er heavens grate.

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Twilight, the ghostly veil of obscure light

Dims rich colours as they flee from our sight;

And once drawn, all mortals will thus behold

Is blackened silhouettes of early night.

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Dusk, the second veil, a brief aftermath

Is drawn across twilight's receding path

Whilst on a Charger, dusk in flight descends,

Its gloom, the great herald of nightfall's wrath.

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Darkness, the final veil completes the night

When at last is drawn o'er heaven's bright light.

And the stars like a bejewelled tiara

Night wears, showing its universal might.

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The Wonder of Night, born when fortune thrust

Its iron into heaven's grate, where from dust

And glowing embers, raked the moon and the stars,

And gave the moon the gift of wanderlust.

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The moon, the bright wanderer with its light

Like white-hot coals in a cresset, which might

Be held in fortune's invisible hand

To light its way across heaven's dark night.

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Through this moonlit scene in awe I wander,

Where from my woes I am torn asunder,

Enriched by Nature's magnificent scheme

Makes my heart beats resonate like thunder.

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Day wins over night and night over day,

Each success gives way to failure and may

Call a truce, where clouds from the battlefield

Rise to shroud the heavens in twilight-grey.

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Such wonders fortune created and must

Expect to be questioned, "why then from dust

Create mortals with freedom of choice

In your image, when used, deem them unjust?"

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Inquisitors of fortune then may ask,

"Why put a rotten apple in the cask

Of your brew of mortal perfection

If later you deemed Man a futile task?"

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Syllables 10-10-10-10. Rhyme a.a.b.a.

I roam through woodland and there, observed

By the creatures of night, when from rest, stirred,

Flee in a flurry of nervous chatter

In all directions, thereafter, unheard.

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Dreamily, I breath in the cool, night air

On a breeze through the dancing moonbeam's glare;

From beyond the golden corn, all aglow,

I am free of unrest and of despair.

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Aromatic scents in my nostrils swirl;

Wafted from the glades, inside my head, whirl,

As night completes its tapestry ere dawn,

The bright, wild blossoms before me unfurl.

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Whilst treading through this awesome wonderland,

Within my soul, deep down, there grows a grand

And wondrous, joyous peace so manifest,

It was magic; the force, Nature had planned.

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Nature, its conception since time began,

Creates wonders, all alone without Man;

Who could not imagine, nor could define

Its scheme, or design its compelling plan.

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The sun, approaching heaven's eastern gate,

Unveils dusk, preceding twilight's cold trait;

Removing the rich colours from our sight,

As night's three veils slowly disintegrate.

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Then the sun enters heaven's eastern gate,

Day comes; the bright light, to obliterate

The remains of night's cloak of darkened gloom,

To withdraw its three veils from heaven's grate.

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Fortune the Creator - constant debate!

Could evolution such fortune berate?

Or was it Nature, alone from the start

That created all life forms small and great?

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The writings fill mortals with a great fear,

Allows no questions. allows us not near

The truth, whilst we seek understanding;

Why is the plot abundantly unclear?

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How? Why? And who am I? We all know not,

Nor those who think to have tumbled the plot:

Fortune, who thrust an iron in heaven's grate

It states: itself knows not from whence begot!

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The word, "fortune" represents the word God.

The words, "heaven's grate," represent the sun

in part, and the mass which is the universe.