Royalty Of Night Poem by Barry Middleton

When darkness falls and shadows flee,
and colors take a somber tone,
I know the force that sets men free,
I see it in the violet of dusk.

The sky of noon was newborn blue,
but now it takes a bishops hue,
and struggles imperially
with the red sunset till purple falls.

The sky is coronate with rays of light,
and though it soon casts off its robe,
and sets aside the crown of day,
yet never does it forsake its majesty.

Content, the king of evening reigns
but for a moment in glowing flame
till night impeaches rule of day
and the dark nocturnal dominion
is free to cast its diamonds in the sky.