When day turns night,
In the realm of twilight,
She will watch over you.
Strengthening all you do.
The warmth of the air,
The gentleness of her stare,
All will protect you,
And the things you do.
In her deep orange eyes,
The guardian of the skies,
Will be your light
Once day turns night.
In misty grey despair,
She will still be there,
As spirits so green,
Wander, still, unseen.
In the hour of Twilight,
When darkness takes flight,
She will come to you,
and aide all you do.
She'll open your eyes,
In the orange skies,
Once daytime turns night,
In the warmth of Twilight












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