The hour is twilight, visited by Lilith:
her wingspan shrouding a darkening sky.
With passion and heart, the cup filleth.
Some seek to root and some to fly.
The breeze bears scents of coming night
like life flying through dusky air.
Creatures and thoughts of dark take flight.
Some seek to be safe, some abandon care.
Unseen lights flicker: a peaceful sky,
while ground to ground, they flare too long.
Fluorescent lives rage unheard; cry.
Some scream, some dream of night's soft song.
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