I wrote this in 2006 and just stumbled across it going through old files and I actually like how it sounds, which is surprising since I usually find my old writing pretty horrific.
Wings
of the Dying Light
Wings of the dying light
Made from twisted strands of the night
Faded dark from what once was bright
Given up without a fight
These faded wings of the dying light.
In solemn darkness,
A single candle is lit.
A single flame is extinguished.
Where once there was light,
A single whisp of twisted smoke
Fades away.
Where brightness once showed,
Darkness fills an empty void
Built on shattered fragments,
Lost and replaced;
Though still displaced.
Wings of the dying light
Made from twisted strands of the night
Faded dark from what once was bright
Given up without a fight
These faded wings of the dying light
Will never again take flight.
