The red sun is setting
low
Shadows reach out and
life goes cold
Bony fingers are reaching
out
With a whisper snuff all
lights out
Beneath the distant cold
moon's glow
Forever changing what you
know
Against its encroachment
all defend
Such pitiful efforts in
the end
Darkness falls, no need
to send
The curtains rest to mark
our end
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