Draping o’er the glow once more; the dark, the night; the absent light.
And with it, comes the chill, the pain; the fear of absent light again.
The vow made by the fading Sun, of warmth and radiance yet to come,
would comfort none against the plight of darkened, nightly absent light,
if it were not for that deep tone, that fills the edge of sky alone.
Golden-red, that stunning sight; to shadowed earth, a pledge so bright.
And in that everlasting fight, \'tween darkness and the dawn of light,
the part we play, the closing page, conspire to numb our rightful rage.
No more to flee from absent light but shelter \'neath that final night.