The sun, a dying ember, bleeds in the west,
Staining the clouds a bruised and fading red.
No gentle twilight whispers secrets blessed,
Just shadows lengthening, a world left for dead.
The air hangs heavy, thick with coming night,
No fireflies dance, no crickets chirp their tune.
A stifling silence holds the waning light,
A hungry darkness gathers, draped in gloom.
The wind, a mournful sigh, through branches sighs,
Stark silhouettes etched against the dying day.
A lonely howl, a predator's hungry cries,
Echo in the canyons, where shadows hold sway.
The ancient forest, once a verdant crown,
Now stands like ghosts, their leaves long withered brown.
Twisted branches claw at the fading sky,
As darkness creeps in, with a hungry, mournful cry.
A lone figure walks, cloaked in weathered grey,
Her eyes, like embers, reflecting fading light.
A weary traveler on a desolate way,
Haunted by memories, shrouded in endless night.
She clutches the hilt of a sword, worn and keen,
A constant reminder of battles lost and won.
The weight of grief etched in lines, unseen,
Scars on her spirit, battles fought and outrun.
The wind whispers secrets, tales of a fallen land,
Where laughter once echoed, now choked by despair.
The Blight's touch defiled, with a skeletal hand,
Leaving emptiness hollow, a world beyond repair.
A flicker of movement, a shape in the gloom,
Unnatural grace, a predator's silent stride.
Eyes burning ember, emerging from the tomb
Of the dying twilight, where nightmares reside.
Fear, a serpent, coils tight in her chest,
But resolve like steel, in her weary heart remains.
No surrender, no peace for the souls unblessed,
Just a warrior's spirit, fueled by burning chains.
She raises her sword, a beacon in the night,
A defiant challenge against the coming storm.
Though darkness consumes, a flickering, fragile light,
Her spirit undying, weathering the norm.
The creature lunges, a monstrous, twisted form,
Claws like lightning, thirsting for her soul.
A dance macabre, on this desolate norm,
Courage a weapon, to make the darkness whole.
She fights with the fury of a dying star,
Dodging shadows, each breath a rasping plea.
The crumbling stones, remnants of who they are,
Become her allies, a desperate strategy.
With a final push, fueled by a burning desire,
She sends the beast tumbling, a strangled, echoing cry.
Silence descends, a pyre of fading fire,
Leaving her trembling, beneath the inky sky.
The victory hollow, a bittersweet taste,
In this realm of shadows, where hope seems forlorn.
But a single star pierces the inky waste,
A promise of dawn, when a new day is born.
She stands tall, battered, defiant and strong,
A testament to resilience, a flame in the night.
The dark twilight fades, where shadows belong,
And the embers of hope rekindle with morning's light.The sun bleeds out, a crimson tear,
In bruised and battered skies,
No gentle hush, no birdsong clear,
Just shadows that arise.
The twilight deepens, swallows light,
A hungry, inky shroud,
No stars yet pierce the coming night,
Only whispers, lost and loud.
The wind moans low, a mournful sigh,
Through skeletal, stark trees,
A chill creeps in, a lonely cry,
On this haunted, dying breeze.
The world suspends, a held-in breath,
Between the fading day,
And secrets whispered close to death,
In twilight's fading gray.The sun, a wounded beast, bleeds crimson down,
Staining the sky with twilight's bitter frown.
No gentle hush descends, no birdsong rings,
Just whispers dark on skeletal, bare wings.
The wind, a mournful dirge, through dead trees moans,
Unearthing secrets night and day disowns.
A chill descends, a harbinger of dread,
The air grows thick, with shadows to be fed.
A lone figure stands, a silhouette bold,
Against the dying light, a story untold.
Eyes that mirror twilight's fading gleam,
Haunted by horrors in a shattered dream.
A sword, worn down, whispers tales of strife,
Of battles fought to keep the spark of life.
But hope, a fragile thing, withers away,
As darkness gathers, hungrier each day.
A flicker of movement, a monstrous form,
Born of the twilight, a harbinger of storm.
Eyes glow amber, a hunger deep within,
A twisted nightmare, where shadows begin.
Fear, a cold serpent, coils tight in her chest,
But defiance burns, a fire in her breast.
No meek surrender, no tear to be shed,
For the living fight on, even when hope is dead.
She stands her ground, a warrior's stance,
Against the night's embrace, a fleeting chance.
Steel meets claw, a desperate, brutal fight,
In the fading twilight, bathed in dying light.
With every parry, a flicker of light returns,
Hope rekindled, as the darkness yearns.
A final lunge, a desperate, winning blow,
The creature falls, consumed by twilight's glow.
Silence descends, heavy and profound,
But in the distance, a star's light is found.
A promise whispered, on the dying breeze,
That even in darkness, the dawn may appease.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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