The sun descends,
And hides behind the fading gleam of the clouds,
Darkness lifts,
With a hint of illumination peeking out of the veil,
The world is lit with a foreign glint,
Making it look like its in a state of war,
The hour of the defeated?
Reality seems to disagree,
For it looks ravishing,
And transfixes one to exalt,
What flavors to be the kingdom, of Dusk.
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