The slate gray sky blazed red above the northwest edge of town
wrapping the day before it heads to bed with soft nightgown
a single sweet bright glowing gift for those who care to look
before Aurora’s lamp is lift above the day forsook.
Ring the bell of evening ring slowly deep and steady sure
ring the sevens proud pealing the hours of the day’s deeds pure
may the eighth ring decay in peace above our silent town
an Amen as we pray safe passage through the night profound.

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