Twilight

This twilight be not like
those in the Neruda's poems.
But, come like the starved fire-breathing Smaug,
the thread of whose fancies been slit.
And swallow this city like Erebor,
Leave me a city, of weary souls
like that ravaged Dale.

Would I be tempted to romance you?
When world would be scripted such?
If yes? Then darling;
Your gaze wouldn't caress my furrowed brow.

We are two easts and two furlongs far,
and two hearts separated,
besieged with feelings of pain, hatred and love!!

Honestly, these Eeyorish evenings,
I yearn fires lit with crackling logs,
Old, cherished whisky and country tunes.
The smell of charcoal, cigarettes and tangerines sprayed around
And then,
I morph into some celestial divine, a Poe's Raven
and become part of some forgotten lore..