twilight
a bewitching hour
unfolding the dawn
but dawn hasn't come
a moonless twilight
silence pierces through the air
every corner you turn to
is pitch black
a very bewitching hour
every alley you turn to
there's always more than what meets the eye
the twilight is like a dream
it turns your nightmares into reality
it turns black to yellow
a few stars twinkle above
the darkness haunts the streets
the yellow twilight behind
dawn hasn't come
the bewitching hour still hanging loose
no one lingers in the streets
everywhere is pitch black
no wind breezes through the streets
it's the stillest of nights
and the yellow twilight still lingers
but the dawn has come
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