Twilight's Bitter Serenade
In the place where the sun bids farewell, a cruel sorrow blankets the soul,
Hopes wither in the depths of your heart, the ache of darkness takes its toll.
A peculiar sensation courses through your skin, then a hush engulfs all around,
Not a solitary word can be uttered, silence profound.
Arise, O sun, ascend the sky,
And never descend, let your radiance fly.
From your luminous embrace,
Let none be bereft, grant grace.
To faded hopes, to leaves turned sere,
To clouds that darken, let light appear.
To untraveled childhoods, confined within walls,
To forgotten souls, as nightfall calls.
Arise, O sun, ascend the sky,
And never descend, let your radiance fly.
From your luminous embrace,
Let none be bereft, grant grace.
