Colors

The lingering mists

The final words of fallen angels

As dusk falls upon us

The abstract verisimilitude

Cloaks the horizons

In radiant hues

The transcendent glow

Seeming so near our grasp

To clench tight

Fades to black

Now a distant memory

Lost in time

Fear takes hold

A terrible unease

Invoking the horrors

Of an ancient world

The fell breeze

With each breath

Intoxicating,

A stifling air