Dusk Is Only So Close


Resist the quiet of the dusk,  
Hold fast your light against the dark.  
Though night may call with a soft embrace,  
Let your spirit blaze with a fierce spark.

Old warriors fought with fire in their veins,  
Their cries rang loud through bitter strife.  
With eyes aflame, they battled the shadows,  
Refusing to yield, they cherished life.

Brave hearts burn brightly, each fleeting hour,  
They weave their dreams in the fabric of fate.  
In the fading glow, they grasp every moment,  
Determined to shape a future great.

Wise souls find meaning in their journey,  
In every choice, they challenge the end.  
They whisper of hope, and through the silence,  
Their wisdom ignites a path to defend.

And you, my dear, face the twilight boldly,  
With every breath, shout against the night.  
For love is a flame that never extinguishes,  
Lift your voice, and rise with your might.

So rage against the encroaching silence,  
Let your heart’s song echo on the breeze.  
Though time may take what is dear to you,  
Let passion reign, and let your spirit seize.

Resist the quiet of the dusk,  
Hold tight to all that you have known,  
For in the struggle lies the beauty,  
And in the fight, you are never alone.

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