Slowly, as the memories fade,
Light does harness no more power
'gainst the reaches of the shade
and darkness, stead'ly, ceases to cower.
Now, feel the cold--its coming home;
You've been told to leave it alone
Into darkness falls the light-
Into sadness falls our hope.
You have managed quite a blight;
Now with despair you must cope...
again, the sun....
wow you write so beautifully... i love this, the first four lines are my favorite part.
Maybe one day we can enjoy a happy sunset or pome about a sunset. The sunset are loving and the night creatures... well.. we don't bite .. hard...