In twilight’s grip, the sky ignites,
A canvas drawn in crimson lights.
Where once the azure calm would lay,
Now flames of gold and red hold sway.

The sun descends in fiery grace,
Its embers trace a vast embrace.
Each cloud a brushstroke, fierce and bright,
A masterpiece of day’s last light.

The horizon’s edge, a molten line,
Where heaven’s glow and earth combine.
Mountains cast in shadow’s veil,
As day’s finale tells its tale.

Birds fly home through scarlet seas,
While whispers ride the evening breeze.
The world in awe, it pauses, sighs,
Beneath the blaze of burning skies.

Stars emerge in dusk’s embrace,
Their gentle glimmer finds its place.
Yet still the embers smolder high,
A testament to the burning sky.