Fading the sun's west in purple cloud-cortège

War-wings a last post to vesper with violet veil:

Peacock skies purloined, dark falls the magpie in moult.

Souls be trade: ghost-winds now betide the isle of shops

Benighted thus the white queen now a chequered pawn.

Roused now east sons reveille, cowed no more

  sliver the alien clouds with a silver lightning

dawns now a saffron sky