The Moorland At Twilight

Twilight caresses the moorlands

A breeze kisses the heath and the pines awake

Branches dance

They whisper and creak

Skeletal shadows

Eternities lying in wait

For mortals they'll take

No man, nor beast would fear just a whim of illusions

But how tell nothing is there when it's not unveiled

Alone, this place: alive

Abandoned by angels

A cordon of grim silhouettes

Watching the gateway

Way too profound to conceit

Crack in the now!

When did I fall from grace?

Frightful yet astounding: a fairy play?

Crack in the now!

How could I fall from grace?

Gloom that houses beauty

Twilight on the moor

Afraid to remember, yet scared of the brume

Swallowing instant and afterglow

It beggars belief, bearing tangible proof

The magic arresting

A twist in what you ought to know

Astonishing show

No man, nor beast would fear just a whim of illusions

But how tell something is not when it's not unveiled

Alone, this place alive

Abandoned by angels

A cordon of grim silhouettes

Watching the gateway

Way too profound to conceit

A crack in the now!

When did I fall from grace?

Frightful yet astounding: a fairy play?

Crack in the now!

How could I fall from grace?

A gloom that houses beauty

Twilight on the moor

Crack in the now!

When did I fall from grace?

Frightful yet astounding: a fairy play?

Crack in the now!

How could I fall from grace?

A gloom that houses beauty

Twilight on the moor