Under a Crepuscular Sky
A man angrily greives for what was taken from himA semi-circular moon in a crepuscular sky. Indigo hues of a day that passed by. I grieve at the tomb of my goddess on high, And I shake my fist at this crepuscular sky. A portentous night, cumulonimbus clouds, Her body cocooned in funereal shroud, Her life was plundered, plucked from a crowd, I shake my fist and cry, “Death, be not so proud.” A malodorous scent of decomposing musk As the indigo hues turn darker toward...
