Crepuscule

Crepuscule of a certain kind

up and away with my mind

flying high or very low

I will to reality alas bow

so that when the time comes

I will wave goodbye - chums

and die for my own hand

that choice must be man's

just hoping that I can do it

otherwise I totally screwed it. 

In absentia

of light darkness rules

through the ages of hatred

and of course love

does love truly conquer everything?

Of day the night reigns

the queen sings her song

misquoted misunderstood

Sarastro has the power

of sun the moon waxes 

waning somehow the same

but I do no see it as equal

yet feeling it strongly

the lack of light in winter

and overwhelmingly summer sun

will eventually lead to

the dying fields of the orb

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