Sundown in the warp-zone

The sky is blood red,

The sea is corpse-black,

The sun is a burning ball of chemical-green flames,

Tendrils of black from the sea,

Snake onto the smouldering grey sand,

Sand like ashes from a cigarette,

The chemical flame dies,

Like a tealight in a bowl of water,

Crimson sky merges to black,

Like the sea,

Darkness binding all elements together,

Until the amber moon puts in an appearance,

And night descends upon the warp-zone once again.