Twilight
As the sun has dipped beyond the horizon and the light in the sky becomes a memory
The colours faded to grey and wander off somewhere before the darkness licks them away into blackness
The birth of the night a she reaches across the skies, her stars beginning to poke out holes in the perfect blue sky
Faded to dark blue as the world turns
Maybe I’ll watch the sunset for once, while that is still possible. I wondered: Why did you name yourself “Magic Mage?” I only found you because I was searching Reader with the key word “Mage.” Maybe I would have also found you eventually if you called yourself “Prickly British Forget-Me Not” or “Lost in Translation” or “Lots and lots of Screaming”
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