The slate gray sky blazed red above the northwest edge of town Wrapping the day before it heads to bed with a oft nightgown A single sweet bright glowing gift for those who care to look Before Aurora’s lamp is lift above the day forsook. Ring the bell of evening ring slowly deep and steady sure Ring the sevens proud pealing the hours of the day’s deeds pure May the eighth ring decay in peace above our town An Amen as we pray safe passage through the night profound.