Dusk

In forlorn gloom I sat alone
Beneath a dusky shroud where trees stood bare
Their arms outstretched and open wide
Piteous figures deprived of care

Birds sang in the dismal sky
Poignant whispers in the breeze
A ghostly echo, a silent cry
Came from my dying heart inside

Where is the sun to lift my soul?
Where is the sun to make me whole?
For I am lost in gothic gloom
Waiting for the lustrous moon

No light shone from up above
Though a street lamp flicked in the dark
Glowing red in twilight shade
Casting shadows on concrete path

Growing cold I ventured in
Back to a more inviting place
Where one is warm and lamps shine bright
Turning, as dusk fell into night

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