The Twilight Hour

 

In a deserted mountain cave

Alone he sits

 

Upon the walls, there are drawings scrawled

Each a silent tribute to a long forgotten people

 

All around him, everywhere he looks

The silent figures stand, frozen in time

Looking down upon him

 

The lone stranger rises, the light is growing dim Slowly, the stranger walks to the entrance And out in the growing night

 

Whistling softly, to himself

An "Ode to Twilight."

Myths and legends of times past, fortune and glory for those who clash

 

Love unending in hatreds place, castles of stone built by sword and mace

 

Evils folly has come again for good to battle to the end

 

Autumn's light has come again to bring day anew, now I bid you adieu.

In the city of sin

No one can win

 

They draw you in

And make you think you can win

Until they decide to take their share

 

No one can win, everyone can lose

When you have played

And when you have lost

They pass you a chip and say

"Go on Boss"

 

And when you lost it all

They make sure you'll fall

And you end up a citizen in

The city of sin.

To dream is to do what can't be done, for all life is a dream. A time of innocence, a time of guilt, a time for all things to be viewed in the right perspective. The right of the born to live, the right for the ill to die. A generation on the edge.