A Sunset Rondel

A spiraling of evening light,
A quick declension into dark;
The murky and the recondite,
A glint from off the curving arc —

A staring, past the point of sight;
About to finally disembark —
A spiraling of evening light,
A quick declension into dark.

And though the leaf be fastened tight,
The dying day will leave its mark:
On those who guard a lost monarch —
A spiraling of evening light,
A quick declension into dark.

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