Darkness falls on blackened walls, as i breathe in the gloamin. The twi-night of twilight, on in-between so scarcely seen, twyleth teg a path so vague, where caverns run deep, in restful sleep, and bridges unfold to the morning.
Sinking deep in dream walkers sleep, as stillness comes a calling. Darkness falls in twi halls as children are a yawning, infinite sight, comes from endless night, until the day is dawning.
Traveller's rest, we are but blessed, echoes stir the mind, of distant shores, and crooked oars, and paths that are hard to find.
Following round, to spiral ground, we tread the trodden track, pastures green, yet to be seen, will we ever tread our way back.
Sound of self and soul wealth, when peace does befall. We travel the night in soul flight, and rest in twihall.
Time and space does have no face when darkness falls.