Pale and speechless in reflection gazing past as diffusion to adorn the vast As the crescent moon adept in glare by the flames of evil in my stare Broken by the spell invoked by time Grim but gracious through the landscapes wide the drapes of nightfall once again to ride. Through apertures in the web of stone shadows sweeping through my dungeons walls. As the sun in frailty sprawls to rest in the haze of dreamers nest Across the sky the angels sweep drawing sunset with the dayrays left to reap. To cherubic tones of hymnody the winds of medieval plague to dance Towards the scenery agaze, at the canopy ablaze. Oh how I envy thee, oh pagan gale to travel. In the twilight elysium to ride. As the sun in frailty sprawls to rest in the haze of dreamers nest Across the sky the angels sweep drawing sunset streams. As the night approaches me to reave the remaining rays of daylight stream I dream of sunsets yet to be when the twilight spell will set me free Twilight Elysium