Arms connect to her
slender form stepping forward—
magnificence personified
in night becoming day;
stars diminish at her glow—
a new day awakens
as night awaits the wake of
her greater radiance to fade away.

In time, all magnificence
becomes dreadful and malignant—
death is a sure and silent surrender.
Goodnight;
still distraught by
your defeat, of course,
but more the sights
above our crest and
the collapse of you,
alone, in our final clash.