Twilight sepulcher.

Sepulcher of the night and day,
A thief’s song in the wind.
As shadows creep upon the walls,
Eyes barely seem to squint.

Crepuscular is waning thick,
Its charm a certain price.
Diffusing lights carry mystique,
A chesty man’s demise

Horizon ever seems to set,
Rises beneath the east.
Deficient brightness carries through,
Darkness prepares a feast.

As sacred timing weaves its web,
The darkening is rough.
Now sneaking past the hands of clocks,
While gathering gets tough.

Last light of day, first day of light,
So prequels dusk and dawn.
Blue hour as it strums velvet rays,
The sun its only pawn.

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