On that rusted stalk she stands,

A solitary petal, her neck bent,

Cradling her fat glass child,

Whose insides burn yellow.


O, Herald of night,

O, Bringer of light,

Your yellow glow,

Fills me with delight.


The shadows she casts,

The faces she paints,

The gloom she clears,

And in clearing inspires.


The star sprinkled sky stares,

A colossal city sleeps,

But tell me this, as the seconds tick

To romance his lady slender,


Will the darkness linger?