Twilight

by Bella   Sep 20, 2008


The shy grows eerie
The sun begins to set
Its not quite night
Not just yet

As the monsters awake
The good go to sleep
They wont know what hit them
They wont make a peep

A time between time
A moment shorter then the rest
As the sun disapears
Its time for the test

Not before sunrise
Not after the sun loses sight
Evil things lurk
When it becomes twilight

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  • 16 years ago

    by firexflys

    I so love this. great job... love your word play keep it up. 5.5