The cotton of blue
The sheets of green and grey
Dazzled with fireflies of orange
The crescent plate glows in gold
Twisted with mantle of black
With gold, with silver
With gun,
Shoots the sun
Had once risen
In glittering yellow and white
Been scattered into pieces of maroon
Blood deepen in red
Upon of once ever pure sky
Until his death covered with violet
For the moon will reign.