Nyx (The Cruel Goddess)

The sun dies in the west
Leaving behind a cooling trail of blue and purple
A preface to the imminent darkness
Beautiful and foreboding

Utter blackness
A color owned by sin and death
Almost breeding fear by nature

Suddenly a tiny beacon appears
A beam of light
Another, another
Gradually numbering in the millions
They save the world from despair
But only just

The mystery and distant beauty of Nyx
It captivates us
Holds us hostage under its everlasting stare
Until

Until the sun rises
Winning its battle for supremacy again
Its burning gaze we dance under
But a kind prison is still prison
And a victor is only a victor
In the eyes of the judge