The Nymphs of the Evening

The Nymphs of evening
Go dancing every night
Right after their uncle- sun, is set

They bade their mother, Nyx ,farewell
And glide down her starry dress
Looking for a party

Erytheia wears her deep red dress
Aegle- her shining shoes
Asterope dons purple brass
And Lipara with deep blues

“This place looks hot” Erytheia says
And hurries to a strip club
Lipara gasps, she fast descends
And lands inside a hip-pub

Asterope likes to dance
But mortal dance is dull
“will you come with me, dear sis?”
“Let’s dance across the skies”

With shades of purple smeared
The nightly skies are lit
While Aegle twinkles shyly
And humming to the beat

I think of Vincent and his time
I think He saw you too
Though quite contrary and sublime
He painted your Duo

Good-night my Sunset Goddesses
Sing and laugh all space
and when you’d out of choruses
It’s Eos’ turn to dance