In twilight's grasp, where hues of joy reside,
The last gleams of happiness gently fade,
Before the darkness claims its fearsome stride,
And sight is lost in shadows, unafraid.

A person, once blessed with vision so bright,
Now stands upon the precipice of night,
Where vibrant colors once danced on their gaze,
Now muted, as if veiled in spectral haze.

The sunset's golden glow, now out of reach,
And vibrant rainbows fade into the gray,
As...