Change has come and once again let the Gloaming in.
She walks through wall and stone and earth.
Her feet barely touch water as she skims the mirth
Out of the places we usually foray.
The Gloaming signals it's no longer like day
Same rules no longer apply
As all the color melts out of the sky.
I'm left to wonder whether that sound I heard
Could be a bat, nighthawk, or some other bird.
And that's when things get really weird,
Though it wasn't from what I originally feared.
Take heed.
Take care.
Remember the Gloaming and how fair;
What short a time she stays.
There's no keeping her from roaming
After draining away the the days.