Night's Bleary Dirge

[virtuoso]

Pale orb incites the bleary wake
Pallid streams move the procession
Twilight's caravan gives last beams flight
The funerary pyre stokes deep browns, oranges
Remaining glare spites the moon's fawning beams
Day's face shares last glint then bier shutters tight
Into gray abyss Helios's flaming spirit flies
In ethereal corridor, veiled, chilling vapors slight
Night's doleful dirge; sprightly pallbearers shoulder the darkness
In vapid sanctuary, a jading stillness appends eerie ritual
Nyx's strobe requites earth's, dimming floor
Sidling tributaries in contrite cadence blink at earth's plight
As too the slow rhythms of Nyx's bleating requiem
In the fleeting shadow of his pitch canvas
Earth's weary souls fall into a deep sleep

[YesNo]

There is a nice rhythm to this. It seems to be about a massive funeral for the entire earth, but I might have misinterpreted the meaning. Or perhaps it is just the evening coming after the sun sets lasting until the morning resurrection, but that doesn't completely go with a funeral.

There seem to be too many adjectives, such as "doleful" dirge. The phrase "doleful dirge" also seems antique, but perhaps that is the intent. There is reference to the Greek goddess Nyx, but I wonder if you believe in her.

I enjoyed reading this.

[virtuoso]

Thanks for your analysis, YESNO. The metaphor describes the funeral procession that ends each day. The light of day ends with the mournful procession of darkness. The still, dark corridor is the setting for the dirge. I have combined some Greek mythology with the natural events to provide a less ephemeral and more personable touch. No, I do not believe in any of the Greek, mythological deities. The poem might be a bit descriptive for some, but I prefer it that way. Your comments and thoughts are appreciated. Sharing different ideas and tastes is interesting and helpful.