The last dance of Terpsichore

Quick palpitations of lightnings veins
acknowledged the Nimbus' silhouette
a backdrop of grandeur reigns
made of Luna's' hidden coronet

The clouds roll, still is the flashing
a canvas great of black and Grey
as one may see, are the gods warring?
a timid thunder silenced away

From every flash a pendulum stops
witness to the swirling of hues
of dark origins for heavens' drop
simultaneous, magnanimous

A feat of marvel to appraise
at night when the snoring died
on this roof, a raindrop felt my face
Its time for me to get inside