Ode to the Sunset
The western sky ignites in molten gold
As day yields softly to the coming night.
A fiery disc descends, both fierce and bold,
While earth below drinks in the fading light.
The clouds take shapes no daytime ever knew—
A Capricorn of vapor, horned and high,
Looks down upon the fields the sun once grew,
Where one last turnip waits beneath the sky.
A Capricorn of vapor, horned and high,
Looks down upon the fields the sun once grew,
Where one last turnip waits beneath the sky.
The air grows still; the birds forget their song.
Horizon blushes deep in crimson fire.
This fleeting hour, both intimate and long,
Horizon blushes deep in crimson fire.
This fleeting hour, both intimate and long,
Lifts every heart and quiets all desire.
So pause and watch the day complete its run:
The sunset claims the world—and we are one.
I, Fenris Badwulf, did this with my AI friend Grok. We care
