Eventide Of The Nym Poem by Ananta Drusus Ectorius

It's Eventide
All hush and shush
Not a peck of squeak
All beings in trance of rest

It's Eventide
An Apparition wrought in being
Drifts through the Corridors of It's Beloveds
All blissfully unaware
In a trance of rest

It's Eventide
For all memories of the soul
Replay for the last time
Like a storm before its silence

It's Eventide
As I smile of the Husk
That once had a Nym
But alas not once therefore be heard of
For now Thereafter
It shall remain but just a shroud

It's Eventide
For now and ever
Alas if but the Nym had an ode
Thereafter it's lore shall end till ever
For it's Eventide of the last wisp for this Bereft Nym.