Twilight's Veil

The sun slips down beyond the hills,

Painting the sky in amber trills.

The world is cloaked in twilight's veil,

As day gives way to shadows pale.

The trees stand silent, still as stone,

Their branches bare, their leaves long gone.

The crickets chirp a somber song,

As night's dark mantle lingers long.

A hush falls o'er the sleeping land,

As darkness takes it by the hand.

The moon ascends, a silver glow,

But joy and wonder ebb so slow.

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;

A place once magical now hurt to behold.

This world, once bright with life's warm embrace,

Now fades to grey in twilight's grace.