The chorus of crickets fades and dies,
Akin to the setting sun beyond the horizon, and,
Twilight settles to the haunting,
Call of the Loon.
Roosting birds take refuge in silence,
Solitary frog, croaks his courtship, as,
Fireflies flit and dart like shooting stars,
And the Cimmerian night,
Wraps them within its shroud.
Cimmerian, very dark, gloomy, deep, [Cimmerian caverns]