The sun fades away in the distant horizon
Twilight appears to take the reigns
Darkness creeps in like whispers to my sight
As her mystic cloak envelopes me
She sings to me the forecast of life
Ever changing and frequently amiss
Her choruses speak of all that could be
Both pure and tarnished, welcomed and unwanted
I close my eyes to escape to a dream
But her song proves to be much too enchanting
I pray for dawn and the hope that he brings
Beg for sleep and it's temporary relief
Tossing and turning, searching for peace
Entranced by the song the darkness still sings
Her verses they scream and pierce my chest
As I pray for dawn to rescue my soul
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