Sun is setting in the sky,
Day has ended, doomed to die,
Knowing star and moon are nigh.

Wind is tearing like a knife,
It cuts, as if to end all life,
It tries to win, with so much strife.

Sky of golden and blood red,
Like victim bleeding, soon is dead,
None do see what lies ahead.

Trees are black, like bricks of coal,
Parts of mind seem so unwhole,
And bits begin to eat the soul.

All the vermin of the night,
Leave their holes, eyes filled with fright,
And soon, all will feel death's cold bite.

Ages pass and steps on nail,
People cry and moan and wail,
Knowing too, they soon shall fail.