Twilight fog

The sun descends, a fiery sigh,

Kissing the horizon, goodbye.

Twilight drapes the world in gray,

A hush descends, as fades the day.

The land grows still, a bated breath,

As shadows lengthen, whispers of death.

Trees stand stark, like phantoms tall,

Against the canvas, where day did fall.

Then, from the depths, a silent creep,

A misty tendril, secrets to keep.

The twilight fog, a ghostly veil,

Shifts and swirls, a chilling tale.

Distant moors become a sea,

Lost landmarks, swallowed mystery.

The path ahead, once clear and known,

Vanishes, leaving us alone.

Sounds distort, a haunting chime,

A far-off hoot, the passing of time.

The rustle of leaves, a whispered word,

Fueling fears, yet strangely unheard.

The moon, a pale and watchful eye,

Piers through the fog, adrift on high.

Its silver light, a spectral gleam,

Casting long shadows, a haunting dream.

A lonely owl, its mournful call,

Echoes through the fog, enthralling all.

The air grows thick, a weight descends,

Whispers of secrets, stories that never end.

Memories rise, like wisps of smoke,

Faces forgotten, words never spoke.

Lost loves resurface, veiled in mist,

A poignant echo, a love unkissed.

The twilight fog, a mirror's sheen,

Reflects the darkness, the things unseen.

Our deepest fears, in shadows play,

Taunting and teasing, throughout the day.

But wait, a glimmer, a distant light,

A window's glow, cutting through the night.

A beacon of hope, a promise warm,

Guiding us onward, through the coming storm.

The fog may linger, thick and cold,

But courage rises, a story untold.

For in the heart, a fire burns bright,

Dispelling shadows, with its radiant light.

We press on, with a steady hand,

Through the twilight fog, across the land.

For even in darkness, a path we'll find,

Leaving behind the fears, the doubts left behind.

The world awaits, beyond the veil,

With lessons learned, and a stronger tale.

The twilight fog, a fleeting test,

Of resilience, and the will to be blessed.

So let it swirl, this ghostly shroud,

For even darkness, can make us proud.

For when the sun once more ascends,

A brighter future, around the bend.