Gravedigger's Gout - with Mel44

Twilight’s oblivion
lights just went out
darkness spreads
like a cancerous bout
mortals in ashes
as the curtain fell about
absent illumination
life does not sprout
dead are the blooms
in shades of drought
petals in metamorphosis
without light to scout
putrid the stench
of a gravedigger’s gout
depths of desolation
leaves me to pout