Neptune is lonely in its cloak of cerulean blue
The splendid array of planets within its ambit tremble as shooting stars are vanquished by eternity
The sky then black as night
Pomegranate seeds the colour of cerise sprinkle from the heavens to nourish the soul of man blighted on the scorched earth of his own making
Opals amethysts rubies and pearl flung on royal purple velvet collide madly, as planets in the swirling sea of space … and sparkle in the deep vortex … then are banished by the sun ascendant
A King robbed of his throne
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