Eclipse Poem by Henry Tong

She sinks into dark blue
when night begins to brew,
when lanterns are lit crimson,
when sharp cries are soothed.

She veils her evasive contour
with a piece of shadowy silk,
with an unlaid, fallen Canopy
with an ascending flow.

She is timid, enveloped by
fear of heavenly dog's hunger,
of a flash shedding a thounder,
of a spotlight turning down her.

Her fresh blood is frozen in scarlet.
Her heartbeat is paused in dungeon.
Her shackles steal her emotion, and
fossilize her skin, coarse and wizened.

She hangs in the higher space
but is hanged in a struggling pain.
She gazes at Earth where crowds
are cheering in her desolate miracle.

She expects warmth and applause
from those she bothers not to know.
She is fainting white in the end of eclipse,
and cheers surcease into silence.
Thus coldness dominates her again.