the evening is eating away at the sky, bleeding over the top of the trees, silently assasinating the day.

night comes with a satin-soft blue, penetrated only by the needles that'd be stars.

alas, washed one too many a time, dark satin fades to light, and day is reborn.

but what shines cannot shine forever, and those who aim so high will finally meet its superior.

how far can this go?