Why do the shadows linger in the dusk?
Do they sit there and wallow in their debts;
within the stank of their eternal musk,
Only to be swallowed as the sun sets?
Ever waiting the hark of their demise,
Apollos chariot, the light departs;
leaving the shadows to their last goodbyes
to their makers, whom have never been apart.
Wait, what is that magnificence I spy?
A great fairy, or an awesome goddess,
Illuminating the ground where I lie.
Is there still hope to light my hopelessness?
The moon I see, her silver halo bright,
a new life to the creatures of the night.
