The End

A moment relatively rare, rarer noticed

A spectacle only for the ones sleepless

And for the ones truly patient and curious

For it's predictability of a blooming Cereus

It's the journey of a creature so fierce

However discreet, barely anyone hears

The sky turns into a blazing crimson

Clouds stained with hues like paint on cotton

The chariot sunk, light was near depletion

Shifting every vista into this nocturne

And if you intently listen for a movement

There is music of instruments to never be learnt

Soon darkness would come a s near

To the point when you can't quite hear

The loud yet gentle strides of a stranger

Lucky you'd be to see her wander

Even luckier to know her nom de guerre

For no humanly name would suit this creature

The stranger would walk along paths alone

Not to be greeted, no expressions shown

There is no need to pity this one forlorn

As she would only come, and next be gone

Vivifying forgotten scions and seeds sown

Then down the next road of the unknown

The stranger continued on her quest

Striving in her journey from east to west

She need not to stop; need no rest

Just as long as her will and strengths last

No hardship too severe for this task

In the dim light the stars and moon cast

On some nights someone would look out a window

And watch her revive the lives torn by sorrow

Because of this, too, he who once was hollow

For the first time he was enraptured for tomorrow

For he knows after she passed, what would follow

Is the day when dying dreams are allowed to grow

As the stranger's journey came to a closing

A warm light slowly came flooding

The beams against her trails complementing

Shadows disappearing, the traveller, too, dissolving

The bloody-like clouds seemed burning

No sooner they would turn cool and calming

All the while as she was vanishing

She made a promise of soon returning