The twilight is red.
I am consumed by the horizon.
All stars eloped together.
The sky is totally abandoned.
Sordid thoughts aren’t pleasurable.
Men play the fool sometimes.
My feet landed on the ground flatly.
I scared the horses and the forest.
My presence disliked this darkness.
I can borrow lights from the moon.
But the borough is busy sleeping.
I fly again away from the backwoods.