Twilight

Twilight comes the dusk
To nightfall, to dust
In spirit and mood, it must
Constraint the light, and thrust
Into a deepened dark
Asleep the meadowlark
A deepened pang to hark
Sapience, debark
Into a bitter mood
The bellows of incertitude
In the dark, true thoughts are hued
Untainted, untampered, and crude
Cruelty does its best
Puts insanity to the test
So once again, I digress
Twilight comes the sordidness