Violet skies so gently creeping,

            in this place, of lowly keeping,

where the heart shall hold its vigil,

            lost inside a twilight sleeping.

Shadows of the mists have spoken,

            love, but memories, now forsaken.

In dark silence, whispers wander,

           phantoms of a spell they're under.

Eyes veiled in the lace of night,

           staring at each star in flight,

knowing soon all hope will fade,

            from this futile dream I've made.