Weeping in a dying twilight,

           where light drifts wearily away.

Waiting for the sun to emerge,

            in the inimitable darkness.

Memories, like a sharp dagger,

            tear incessantly at the soul.

Caught inside an endless dream,

            full of haunting, vengeful voices.

What has gone forever,

            now remains as regret.

Ever watching, ever hopeful,

            for some phantom of reprieve.