Erato is forcing me to make poems

Poem 1 (Earthly Constellations)

City lights twinkle in the early night sky.

A dark firmament over a fabricated land.

Streetlights beaming over plots and roads high.

Lighting up as the clock progresses its hand.

The stars fallen from the sky to the earth.

Colored strips of lights line rectangles.

Dazzling enterprises displaying their worth.

Flashing open signs and neon spangles.

All calling beckoning travellers to themselves.

Writings and pictures no longer found above.

Wishing to empty their stocks and shelves.

Bill boards and posters promising wishes and love.

In many hours the lights will finally fade.

Flickering out with the rising glare of the sun.

Crack of dawn and a blue haze of the last shade.

The chirping of birds will mark them undone.