Ode To Twilight: Entropy

She stood midnight against ichor
Time spun out before her an endless sea
Before her that woeful weave

She clutched, in her sparkle that silver thread
For once gazed upon what could be
The intricate lattice of all

She endeavored against not
She pricked her hoof at the needle
Blood red against the folds of time

Yet she endeavored
Long into eternity
A labor passion’s sweet

All of time she sought to make
All dreams set from her end
Twilight, Twilight maker of dawn

Bleed sweat against the undoing
Remember them for they are why
She remembered their faces