Nights.

The night's shawl of shadows falling,
fancied daisies, irises reveling in ponds of charred blood,
bat-winged moths dining on hued petals,
purply meteor rains coursing past far-flung stars,
winding gusts rise, realism, soon descends.
Warmth and winds of past nights fazed,
thrumming rains, brimming moon, fazed,
nighttides as this, winds high and far,
moonshine chary, nix clouds by pathways of sky,
these sombre nights, beloved.