Upbeat Umbra



The fields are churning now
Shapes with a mellow bounce are upbringing walls
Castles are becoming erect, floating towards inverted rainbows
There`s a smile peaking in those lines
It`s over the pasture, along the creeks and ruins that hold the fields whole
It gazes softly with a sedation well known to the stern, calm, and playful

Wonder what will wreck`em?
As long as they stand firm, the closeness to the end of day is ubiquitous
No need to doubt the clock though, the end of day always comes
Some find it inspiring, others find light within
Its pleasant world of chance keep many coming back for more
Even the fields predict its glorious gloss

There are sisters and brothers worth of tales that state horrors beyond the end
No strangers to that side, none to be seen
Would the walls care? Could the caves yield? Yet the yonder shows it
Although that fraction of the field is a story with more complexions than exceptions
Bending the viewpoints won`t scare the waves down though
It just means to make light for the lost, along with music from bright sites ahead

Soon, the day will change
And then, the gamble begins
Who wins? Who ends? Who bends? Who grins?
Sometimes it feels like a show or some kind of a game
It`s an opacity, a bubble in opaque tints
Once the end begins, the fields become the sky, until the next turn