
At Twilight, Wychwood Park
Mary Hiester Reidc. 1911
I don’t think that there is anything romantic
or poetic
about Twilight.
Twilight is when the monsters wake up
and when they wake up
they are hungry, maybe they are still a little sleepy
and a little worn out from the Twilight before.
Twilight is the time when dreams
look for dreamers
and Nightmares
set out to ride, looking for a home to spend a long dark night.
Twilight is when the trees give up their shadows
when cats stroll out through tightly shut doors
and dogs look to the Moon and laugh, before they howl.
There is nothing
Poetic or romantic about Twilight
is there.

Orpheus
Gustave Moreau1865
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