Twilight Things

I can see the shapes of trees in the twilight sky,

Like unmade things that are doomed to fly.

They move with slowness yet they change,

Like dreams at night so certain, so strange.

They call me, they beckon me, they draw me so,

I turn my back, but yet I know I surely must go.

I stagger beneath the weight of uncertain fear,

As I move closer and closer, I now come near.

As twilight seeps into the cottony mist,

I trouble, I trouble, I just cannot resist.

Fear’s arms embrace me and in gulf my fleeing,

I become over shadowed by a dark strange being.

The darkness settles the mist rises high,

Above the giants that once reached the sky.

They have retreated to darkness from where they came,

No longer wild and birthing fears awesome game.

My breath returns with softness still,

To settle my heart and recapture my will.

Another day with coming night it brings,

A fearful assault of Twilight Things.