The Twilight Poem by Amouta Stardancer

Be still, sweet child Twilight,
who so fears the night,
and yet, the day abhors.
As Sun the king,
of cloudless realms,
o’er his horizon glours.
Solid center of time,
changing morphing,
non-night,
heart beat of the universe.
Dark and light,
so double-faced,
that one would mouth hypocrisy,
but ‘tis not thee,
not thee, Twilight.
Born of two conflicting worlds,
clashing stubborn titans,
you the quiet moments,
nigh hidden in between,
most like us, we humans,
small in our youth,
lost, innocent,
and ambivalent Eve.