Vanquished sun

It mustn't have been beyond four thirty in the afternoon. The western sky was aflame with the setting sun on the beach at Havelock. I lay down on the sand, something I'd always dreamed of doing. A few feet away the waves crashed and foamed at the land. The pole star couldn't wait and was already up and shining high- a blinking lighthouse in the sky. The moon was still running around getting ready, time management was never its strong point.
The world seemed so vast, endless. It was a stage. A drama unfolded right before my eyes. Above my head the trees on the island had darkened into a coal black belt like walls of a fort. Huge billowing clouds canopied the sky marching like an army from ancient war grounds. Elephants, horses, chariots with orange and gold flags trooped in from the east and the south. The golden ball descended slowly in their wake, receding into the horizon, reddening with shame. And the sea provided the sound effects- roaring, hissing, charging, thundering... Victory at last!