Stark as sin twilight came upon us, sounding echoes of it's
darkness throughout the land.
Sending a message to the light of day to stay out of it's
way.
Laughing always out of the side of it's mouth, tripping
clumsily throughout this darkened life.
Only the moon, leading a funeral through death's door is
visible.
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