Dusk Had Now Risen

Dusk had now risen In its glory Not like cocks it crowed But silence spread amidst the town and field amidst the human animal and plant ii. O red color that from the orange of the sunset goes and as the day fades in its throes winds round the Earth and throws its twilight on the waters stunned from the day's and Earth's events: and the wounds: O red color of dusk twilight of waters! iii. Till then round old Valletta circling the woods around caught its eye and then it settled on those sites that as the night approached more and more devoid of humans turned. iv. Already Night was on his car though Dusk still reigned: and on his car Night already lighted had one star then the cunning sovereign continued lighting star by star v. Till all the immense heavens shone; Dusk saw; turned pale; with quick step down towards the seas and Oceans trod his way to safety and rest and out of the fading day. vi. Thus settled Night new king new Sovran but of a fading day by half and of the other half of day the first sovran and yet in the dark part when humans to subconscious betake and conscious leave vii. The new king Night till mid-night ruled as a new king then as the mid-night deepened in his reign more colored yet more lax became more tottering with every hour till at sight of Dawn Night with haggard hair of white replaced the youth that hours before ascended heaven's throne to watch our Earth: and fled before the Dawn. viii. Till in a wood of old Valletta old an ancient spirit roamed desolate desolate in flesh desolate as skeleton what more destitution be made? he lamented low though quite polite and his sad notes like arrows entered and broke the very heart of night ix. Of how an early end tuberculosis brought him to: when in the height of youth the first joys of life in cumulus had brought him to life's first pinnacle and last: yet humans this enjoy albeit decline yet this lone spirit faded before he made offspring of which full lament he made under the stars and to the moon. x. All heard; all pitied; yet still the spirit tormented restless plained and ran around with vacant eyes and red amidst the bending trees and sad. Still sate the owl, and the nightingales few that were chanting stopped and heard and pitied in their heart the tale. xi. Till by the Dawn as spirits will to do so oft this spirit unfortunate he too dissolved as a frail flake of snow at touch and attack of a fervent sun: so ends the tale, my Monsignor.