Erebus of the day and Selene of the night observe each other in turn,
as though to acknowledge the presence of one another
from their respective territories
while peacocks stands aside, sentinel,
draped in lustred hues
but the evening star steers clear of the sun with a vision of her own,
gleaming grimly,
rousing the eyes of a dark iridescence amidst their twilight calls
Morning glory is clouded
The eclipse is shrouded with rivalry
veiled in silent murder