The Twilight Soul

When my droopy petals begin to drop
And try to slip very gently into

The warm cuddling arms of Morpheus
Alas, I am warned not yet
For the fallen angel has shaken me
Yet again.

Rage and thunder, my soul
While the world sleeps like a peaceful baby
Screaming in the twilight silence
Lest my soul be your captive
Of your wicked midnight rendezvous
Grappling and clinging to the last breath
Alas, one that broke free moments ago
Nibbling away on my peace so tranquil

His claws piercing deep in my faint heart
Leaving a sharp pang, throbbing so tenderly
A fresh wave of painful agony
Flowing through my tired veins

The tormenting demon, you ask?
One so merciless, and heartless
Lest there be a creature of that sort
For it is none but the
Unbeaten foe of mankind
The bitter souls of twilight
That rob you of peace and calm
The dancing swirls of worry
Strangling my spirit, in iron chains
Much to the struggle, to break loose

Sleep, my dear child
Forget the choking nightmare
The haunting souls shall pass, too
Hush your chaos, let the petals close
And let the tiny dewdrops protect you...

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