Twilight comes
the shadow is rising
growing, consuming
the dark mist that once
shrouded the face of
evil is clearing

the world once known is fading
the bright day comes to a close
time, once a gently passing stream,
now flows swiftly, inevitably

yet the twin dooms,
intertwined by the nature
of the power possessed by few
are held at bay,

mirth is not lost
and courage strengthens
twilight lingers
with it memories
of times past

the leaves fall
the seasons change
and time grows ever shorter
yet mirth is not lost
as the golden sun shines
and the silver rains fall.