The huge, blazing ball of fire,
Sets behind the horizon.
As eventful as the day may be,
It has to come to an end.

Stars twinkle like polished diamonds,
Laid on smooth, black velvet.
The crescent moon peeks out,
From behind a dark, silver cloud.

There is nothing more welcoming,
To a bird than its nest,
When evil shadows lurk,
In every dark, creepy corner.

Bats come out, their fangs gleaming,
From their daylight shelters,
To quench their vengeful thirst,
On an innocent victim.

Too dark to be day,
Too bright to be night,
This is twilight, the entrance,
To the valley of darkness.