Night of the Living Twilight star is tonight

[lazlong]

A pleasant fall to the bottom of a well
A skip and a hop to the end of a dry spell
two twisting roads and you, walking alone
in the grass by a meadow that flows near no road.

a silhouette of pain and and breath-taking view
if you were here you would want too
if you these were your shoes you'd see it through
and if that was your past, you'd hate like they do.

the sun falters without a word and a deep darkness descends
the lush green evolves and a black nothing extends
the hopes of the lost and the cries of the quick
serve none but they who are them and them who are which.