The Moorlands 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?
A 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

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