The Crepescule

Clear sickles under warmth of gloaming liquefy and bleed
Dusk daggers forged with crystal points refine the pain pristine
Alone in darkness, winter howls from wooded plains of ice
The dawn a painful piercing light, relief is found with night

Through storms unmoving wolves traverse while silence breaks the din
A frozen hound is left alone, the quiet closing in
Mind screaming soundless, silence augments cruelest irony
An aura flickers like the stars as sunlight breaks through trees

Still forests black surrounding stand, but in horizons far
There floats a twilit band of blood encircling the stars
Now vivid through an iron nexus wrought of ancient trees
Which shimmer, cracking, sky astirring in its winter sleep

Bare limbs of trees, links fine to tether heaven to the earth
The winter, cleansing force of life before the spring's rebirth
A halted white earth quiet under blackness over ice
Intensifies the slightest sounds and thinnest sheets of light

A crystal orb of blissful death an amplifier makes
All light refracted omni-fold illuminates the daze
Thus silence true reforms anew as painful crushing din
Assaulting ears with piercing force until the mind gives in

Clear sickles under warmth of gloaming liquefy and bleed
Dusk daggers forged with crystal points refine the pain pristine