Pale and speechless in reflection gazing past

as diffusion to adorn the vast

As the crescent moon adept in glare

by the flames of evil in my stare

Broken by the spell invoked by time

Grim but gracious through the landscapes wide

the drapes of nightfall once again to ride.

Through apertures in the web of stone

shadows sweeping through my dungeons walls.



As the sun in frailty sprawls to rest

in the haze of dreamers nest

Across the sky the angels sweep

drawing sunset with the dayrays left to reap.



To cherubic tones of hymnody

the winds of medieval plague to dance

Towards the scenery agaze,

at the canopy ablaze.



Oh how I envy thee, oh pagan gale to travel.

In the twilight elysium to ride.



As the sun in frailty sprawls to rest

in the haze of dreamers nest

Across the sky the angels sweep

drawing sunset streams.

As the night approaches me to reave

the remaining rays of daylight stream

I dream of sunsets yet to be

when the twilight spell will set me free



Twilight Elysium