Beyond the gates of a tattered home
Lies a world of nomads, a place to roam
With a blanket of green like a far, fuzzy haze
Topped with trees, eclipsing all days
And in this land there is no sky to look upon
Never a new moon, nor a breaking dawn
Time is nonexistent when a day lasts forever
When everybody is beautiful, graceful, and clever
Happiness emanates like a midnight sun
Because here, what is a knife? What is a gun?
Tools and weapons have no power
In a place where life isn't marked by the hour
Compassion and sympathy reign here like kings
Helping one another, sharing our things
No misery to escape, no terrible plight -
Well, aside from the fact that it's constant twilight
Author's Note: This poem was inspired by the "Twilight" series
