Pale and speechless in reflection gazing past 

as diffusion to adorn the vast 

As the crescent moon adept in glare 

by the flames of evil in my stare 

Broken by the spell invoked by time 

Grim but gracious through the landscapes wide 

the drapes of nightfall once again to ride. 

Through apertures in the web of stone 

shadows sweeping through my dungeons walls. 



As the sun in frailty sprawls to rest 

in the haze of dreamers nest 

Across the sky the angels sweep 

drawing sunset with the dayrays left to reap. 



To cherubic tones of hymnody 

the winds of medieval plague to dance 

Towards the scenery agaze, 

at the canopy ablaze. 



Oh how I envy thee, oh pagan gale to travel. 

In the twilight elysium to ride. 



As the sun in frailty sprawls to rest 

in the haze of dreamers nest 

Across the sky the angels sweep 

drawing sunset streams. 

As the night approaches me to reave 

the remaining rays of daylight stream 

I dream of sunsets yet to be 

when the twilight spell will set me free 



Twilight Elysium