Dominion

Across the brilliant body
nestled high in the sky
a gray gauze
languorously,
yet insistently
unfurled, smudging the golden glazed troposphere.

Dispensed from some
infinite spool
it twisted,
tangled
steadily,
trooped across the sky,
squeezing tight.

Through the
ashen atmosphere
one final ray reached ?
(was quashed)

A mist of tears
remained
hushing it?s last
breath.