She painted fire across the skyline

I was thinking about writing poems inspired by some great songs, so here's the first one. Inspired by the song of the same title, 'She painted fire across the skyline' by Agalloch

In the morning's wake,
She painted the sky blue,
Like the veins on her hands,
Faint and easy.

As the great wheel turned,
Her paint faded in the Sun.
She was still too weak,
To be the master of the days.

But nightfall, oh she loved it.
She would slowly put the sun to rest,
And her hands became pure fire;
Paint for this empty sky canvas.

Rarely would she miss an opportunity,
To paint the sky in the nightfall.
Her eyes would scream joy,
Her heart could melt gold.

She loved the way I looked at her colors,
And I loved the way she painted with fire.
The sensation seemed everlasting,
Until the night came.

So, at last, the Sun had descended,
Her colors disappeared with the dark.
I called her, oh, so many times,
But there was no response.

Still I wait here in the dark
To fire the twilight sky.
But hope has left me,
Leaving no ashes nor embers behind.

Author's Note

So I came back after a long pause, ignore the obvious mistakes