Dusk Towering Forth

A new dawn beckons A new day to relinquish All splendour's flown by The dusk is nigh Its presence is vast It repels the sun, which graciously exits To stage its death Onwards and forth So alive Gently engulfing all that lives and dies O stygian mirth The dusk is nigh It quietly exits to stage its demise The pillow will play the guide The horror, so alive Onwards and forth Towering So alive Like shapes they assemble Tangible, sombre, amoral In ceremonial silence, to observe and admire The delights of helplessness, and remain Perplexed, transfixed, in joyous awe The horror, so alive