glowing clouds are coming forth in the golden sky silver streams cross the fields while the moonshyte rises enchantress twilights dew gleams on gardens red a triumphal overture choirs of ancient chants Brandishing my flaming sword in the twilight sky I soar through the land resounds the call lord of astral empires... Splendour of the childhoods dreams incantations king reptured by the essence of entirety I stand enthralled in the calm of the mystic sunsets spell warm wind blows through my hair ...and the twilight gates await...
twilight, moonshyte, reptured, triumphal, brandishing