The pastel blue had a slight hue of green
That intertwined within the empty and open sky
The wispy and amorphous clouds
Spread whispy and lazy streaks, slightly pink in the sunlight.
And just as the last ray of the golden sun
Kissed farewell to the grand city,
Miniature, angular, dandelions lights flickered on.
People pulled on their lamps to escape
The creeping darkness and its cold cold fingers.
The orange and yellow glow bathed the room
And the once wary eyes lost their stale glare
As the light shoved the darkness, its luminous, yet soft touch
Embraced everything within its reach.
And so one by one, all the lights defeated the cold
And the grand city seemed to be even grander than before.