The Twilight Robe

Like the day breaks,
With the first rays,
Of a morning sun,
From behind the silhouette,
Of a mighty Kingdom.

The trees sway,
With the gentle breeze,
Of the morning wind,
From forests that echo,
Of a life begun.

Yonder in the meadows,
With swords drenched in blood,
Of voices defied,
From child to a warrior,
Of a dead Kingdom.

Like the twilight robe,
With the fading rays,
Of a dying sun,
From a descending horizon,
Of a life never begun!