The Way of Twilight

Amaranthe of silver beaches descend upon a light-crescent moon, in a shower of droplets formed of translucent looking-glass stars. Mysterious and beautiful in the silent silken twilight, amidst a radiant orb past the rocking waves that dash and crash upon the shore. Rays of glowing nightfall give an ethereal mystical sensation, a grace and dew to the witching hour. The calm settles like a fever, mad pounding in one's pulse, as the blood quickens. Shot with ruby dawn of life, empurples by the blazing moon that drives the tidal awakening. Deepening into dusky rivers of molten hung icicles sifting into quicksand, the sea-drift beckons and reaches towards the untimed netherheaven, digging a hole for the rhyming stars to drown their holy light in. Glittering garnet shadows bide their time in the way that is their own, the way of twilight, the dance that does not end, by the unearthly beauty, by the light of the full-crescent moon.