
He was crafted for the sunset,
Where twilight paints the sky,
In the dark part of the moon,
Where shadows softly lie.
Storms danced in his eyes,
Lightning in his veins,
Making memories
in the storm,
where only wildness reigns.
A wanderer of the dusk,
with stars as his guide,
In the heart of the storm,
where passions reside.
He embraced the chaos,
in nature’s fierce tune,
For he was made for the sunset,
and the dark side of the moon…
— Twilight Wanderer



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