A Certain Calm

There is a time when the water is fragile,
The waves so delicate,
They dared not make a sound.
In this serene time of sorrow,
There exists a calm.
It's in this certain calm that,
The sun bleeds away from the sky,
Staining pink the once silver clouds,
Casting wraith-like shadows,
Eclipsing all but the last speck of light,
Choking life out of the vivacious,
Weighs down on your heart,
And waits as all happiness effervesces from the world.
It's the calm that,
Invites the sinful,
Draws the corrupt,
Attracts the malicious,
And the surreal.
The villainous silhouettes of the trees,
Shines out like beacons,
Calling for twilight dwellers,
And predators of the night.
The day is near an end,
And night is drawing near.
It's time to enter a realm,
Littered with bits of ancient magic,
Where seconds seem endless,
Where the unknown is certain,
And where danger is the only safe,
A very different world follows,
This certain type of calm.