🌅 She Wore The Sky Like Her Throne(Sunset) Poem by WIN VENTURA

She was a sunset —
not a goodbye,
but a grand entrance into darkness
on her own terms.

She shimmered like a queen
wrapped in molten silk —
oranges that roared,
pinks that kissed the wind,
and a golden blaze
that outshone memory.

She didn't fade —
she flourished.
Spilled her colours
across the sky like secrets
she was finally ready to show.

No shame in the fire,
no silence in the glow —
she let every shade speak
the language of her pride.

"Look at me, " she said,
not begging — commanding.
"I am light in its fiercest form.
I am beauty with backbone."

The clouds bowed.
The wind paused.
Even the sea dared not ripple.

And just before she stepped into the velvet of night,
she smiled —
not soft, but sovereign —
proud to have painted the world
in the colours of her courage.

✍🏽 By: -WIN VENTURA