His wishes

A beautiful set he wished
for the sun.
To trickle below
the blessed blue blanket.
To radiate the
Twilight
With a fierce and gentle
Wake.

A grand duel he wished
For the sun.
To permeate the heavens with
Magical knights of
Crimson and
Gold,
Gracefully charging the
Moon's royal court.

With glowing grandeur
And mystical might
She so sweeps across the
Brightly blazing
Battlefield,
Riding a chariot of
Winged radiance.

In a gleam of defiance
Flaming spears
Pierce the
Advancing darkness,
Clashing in a burst of
splendid grace,
Splashing turquoise strife
Across the gaping
Dome of dusk.

With an absent alliance the
Wise waters watched,
Ebbing with apathy
And sighing with a sagacious
Solace...

The once dominating
Colors of the sun's valiant
Army,
Soon dwindled in
Friendly retreat.
The clouds of twilight
Took off the dress of dusk,
Replacing shy lavender with
Fierce and penetrating indigo.

The moon ascended higher,
Reaching her throne amidst
Her faithful soldiers,
Guarding their Queen in
gleaming armor of
Sheer silvery jewels.

A shining victory he wished
for the Moon.
To reign with
Valor
In fullness and
Purity,
In a glowing
Peace,
Basking her
Kingdom in radiant
Harmony.