Twilight's Beguine - with Everavalon

Garments of nature woven by the winds
Fading into shadows of twilight's beguine
Unveiling sins haunting echoes of the night
Of the macabre's poetic brine

This cloth binds the envy of the whisperer
Fleeting unto chains with its breath
The moon glances lowly at these shadows
And measures the depth of its flesh