Eclipse Asylum

The heavy garment of eve’s darkness is arrayed with flickering starlight, like beads scattered across a black evening gown; formal for the gathering of her moon and constellations, the stars of her midnight showing, each with their own tales of betrayal, heroism, war, and love. Across her, lays a milk-white sash in her pageant of beauty. She’s stunning, donned in her black tie attire, having converted in the cover of darkness from her cool azure garment that she wore just hours ago. I wait, counting the minutes until, at last, our earth has denied the evening’s moon her lover’s light and we steal her away into the shelter of our being. The blanket of the night becomes blood-stained as if she has met her death without her sun and her life’s light bleeds out slowly into the atmosphere. The sun will prevail and he will shine his glory upon her so that she reflects his grandeur again, but now she lays in darkness and a dreary sense of despair; the asylum of earth’s shadow. Time passes and, slowly, she awakens to the light of her sun as the earth slips away, powerless to contain her in his grasp any longer. She is kissed by her beloved and reveals her beauty against the onyx backdrop. He is her King and she, his Queen with the stars, all their subjects in his Kingdom of Light. I am but an observer of them all this night; night of the eclipse asylum.