A lonely Dusk, the faceless pawn, silhouettes itself against the moon
Writhing a path through the sky
Grinning a zipper-toothed grin
Pretending it's still alive
The light of the great Heart shines
On the Dusk's contorted form
Through its non-existent skin
Into the space where its heart once was.
A/N: Wrote this for English class. Yes, I'm a geek.