The Misfits

I watch as the sun falls beyond the horizon
The light that guides the living gives way to the dead
The sky above me a warfront of shadow and light
The half-light of dusk floods the air
A grey abyss that bears no stars

It is the time of the misfit shadows
Not welcome during day and exiled from the night
They are lost, stuck between two worlds
Abominations of nature that dodge understanding
Banished to a netherworld of spite

I watch as the night takes over
The misfits eclipsed in the umbra
They fade into the moonlight
Banished until dusk rises once again
Clandestine, cryptic, and abstruse

By our laws of existence, they are not there
Nonetheless, I feel a pity for these unwanted enigmas
And wonder to myself, why are they here, and what do they want?
Is it possible that they are merely searching for something they lack?
A being not meant for those not meant to be?

It is hard to let end what once made you happy
It is human to fight what cannot be controlled
I think long and hard about the decisions I make
As I ponder how they will affect my future, as well as my end
Will I too one day creep among the misfits?