The Sphinx

And as the red sun played out the final toils of its day 
Beauty came to me at Twilight.

And as the last fiery lash of light began to wane
 the rumble of the Nightman’s horse came to quake the soul.

And in that moment where day makes it last desperate stand
in the blackness of night I saw her face-

Suspended in an eternal blue transcendence ,
 And in her celestial glow all was cast under her wisdom .

Her heart the final resting place for the echoing  of man’s fleeting breath,
and from her breast  rang the songs of truth  indifferent  and unforgiving.
 Her gaze claims its rightful moment.  

By the hand of her eternal companion
  -Death-she is led away.
The howls wail loyal to her return.