Come sunset-time, both hope and color fade:
Giving in to fast-approaching gloom,
The reddest hue blanketed by night's shade,
Wind whispers anticipations of doom.
So darkness falls, as a smothering veil,
Pitch black creating terrors of the night,
The whisperers loose a desperate wail-
Now all is lost, all is pain, all is fright.
Yet above, in luminous cloud-filled skies
Celestial faery lights are soon unveiled,
So glistening waters and shining eyes
May reflect how the quest of night has failed.
And knowing that in dark such lights await,
Approaching dusk seems not so cruel a fate.