Essequibo Sunset

Sunset over the Essequibo River always seem magical or mystical. The dark, dreary clouds block the sun's last stance. They engulf him, forcing him beyond the horizon as he struggles to his inevitable end. He had fought a good fight and did his duty well but now his strength is gone and he is jaded.



Darkness approaches, as streaks of the sun's light penetrate the clouds and hit the water. Rough waters rejoicing at the coming of the darkness. They roar and roll, frolicking as demonic horses neighing the the conquering of the light by the Dark One.



The winds blow cold and wet seemingly complementing the raucous waves, steadily humming a dark hymn of destruction.



The darkness will soon prevail and the Dark One will rise. But his time is short. Joy cometh in the Morning.