The gods took a paintbrush to the sky

The gods took a paintbrush to the sky
Clearing the black with red so vibrant
Red so bold
Mother Earth’s fires in the sky
The orange streaks the black
Flying the horizon
Then yellow merging with the blue
Before reaching for the midnight black of the heavens

As the black reaches for the edge of the world
The colours lose their vibrance
They lose not their boldness
They gain their full strength
The red turns to blood as it fights for it’s last moments of splendor
The blue takes the places held by green, yellow, and their sister orange
As it loses its own to the black
Fighting to not be taken
But the black will win
And win it does
It takes blue and red to slivers
Before taking them completely
They flash one last time,
Tomorrow they will again be painted,
Tomorrow they will fight the black