Twilight Tales

When they came back
from exile,
the preachers of salvation,
the other sons that fled
the land before twilight,

they kissed hands
over the harvests
and wiped cold sweats
off their brows.

They came back to lay wreaths
for those who fell
by the roadsides
when the fire was out.

They came back
to rebuild the graveyard
for those who refused to die
in the pillars of coals.

They came back to feast
on the remains
of our crumbled walls.

They fled the land
before twilight.

They came back
with twilight tales.