And when the sun sets,
the shadows do creep.
As howling haunts the night.
Ghosts of stars, forgotten cries,
Echoes dance, beneath dark skies.
A figure lingers, at the edge of sight,
Eyes like abyss, swallowing light.
And the fire too shall die,
For what can keep its flame alight?
Memories fade, like dying embers.
Night\'s embrace, cold and deep.
After sun sets,
Silence falls, the world forgets.
Footsteps echo, in the void,
Whispers blow, erasing his footprints,
That covered the sands.