Twilight

Is that you there I recognize that stair Those eyes of a faraway dream Fancy seeing you here, on this twilight day While walking along this Sterile bay… Just watching the glassy water Reflecting, this twilight day A great time to be out No fear of the burn Of a tyrannical sun A nice balance of shadows Light, a gray twilight day? Where we are safe, I must say... Yes you know, oh and by and by... The way my hunger is at bay If only under tremendous pain But the fiery veins of your neck call My hunger needs but, I must keep and only, tip My hat n walk away in this twilight day Nice to see you n your lovely wife She could be a treat tasty, fresh a delight But I can wait for the shadows to play I may come to visit for tea, a bite? Ha! Too right! Don’t take stock in that crucifix... So ironic don’t you think, but quite now Listen, I must think...of the conflicts Do you hear the sweet sounds of the doomed The howls of the wild beasts The music from the holly cost? The infernal and the damned...SOON! Well? Until til we meet again in these twilight days This delicate gray light of doom Ash drifting in strange currents As I will dine on your fears Drink your moral tears And bath in your life So un-till then, may me meet again During the grey noon! And dine on the lives of the insanity Welcome to this twilight light This time between frozen realities On the fringes of forever and ever As we sit in this doom light Of proto-apocalypse So hello, here you are witnessing the eclipse I recognize that stair, those eyes of far, far away dreams, Fancy seeing you there, on this twilight day While walking along this sterile bay, Just watching the glassy water reflecting This twilight day is a great time To be out, don’t you think? No! Not the crucifix No tyrannical sun burning...no conflicts Nothing to fear but the turning... Only, going blind in the grey night of twilight!