In the hush of the evening's embrace,
Where twilight's gentle whispers trace,
A fading sun, a sky so deep,
A world suspended in twilight's keep.

Bathed in hues of blush and gold,
The last twilight begins to unfold,
A dance of shadows, a ballet of light,
A fleeting moment before the night.

The horizon, ablaze with fiery art,
As day and night prepare to part,
A canvas painted with vivid strokes,
As nature's secrets it evokes.

The sun, a weary traveler, takes its leave,
Behind the distant hills, a sigh, a reprieve,
Leaving behind a world in quietude,
A twilight's promise, a solitude.

The stars awaken, one by one,
A celestial symphony, the night has begun,
They twinkle and shimmer, with secrets to share,
In the mystical twilight, they cast their glare.

Whispers of the wind, a soft caress,
Carrying tales of love and tenderness,
Through trees that sway, as if in trance,
In the twilight's gentle, enchanting dance.

Creatures of the night emerge from the shade,
Silhouettes against a sky, darkly arrayed,
In this liminal space, where dreams take flight,
They find solace in the last twilight.

A moment suspended, between day and night,
A bridge between realms, a transient sight,
Where magic lingers, in the fading light,
The last twilight, a moment so bright.

As darkness descends, the world holds its breath,
Embracing the calm, the stillness, the depth,
For in this twilight's final embrace,
We find solace, in its transient grace.

So let us linger, just a little while,
In this ethereal space, where dreams compile,
For the last twilight, it holds a key,
To a world of beauty, for all to see.

-Scrystal
SInspirerSF10
© Shreya R. G. Kanade