my hand trembles
in the awakening
of entailing nightfall
the bonfire did not help
chillness that surrounds
enshrines the charcoals
that they were once
radiantly set ablaze
and beaconed fireflies
circling from the above
collapsing in rain likes
to worship the ground
the stars had rebelled
but were slowly enticed
by enlacing shadows
a vision fast fading
faintly disappearing
engulfing the cries
of the nightjars