I saw the nightfall...
It called to me like a river of shadows
It sang to me with the cries of a thousand ravens that blackened the sky as they took flight
I basked in the nectar of a scorching sun
dreaming of an oaken forest
colored with a bitter harmony
spare me the lessons of mutiny
the hymns of optimisim loom in descret corners
carving their names on pale bone

Half of this poem is a part from a band's lyrics. The other half I made up myself. Try to see where one half ends and the other begins. Whats my style?

Hrm, I figured the first 3 lines were yours, though I'm not really sure. It's probably the other way around, but the first three lines were darker, and I know you like that stuff.

So anyway, confusion:

I saw the nightfall...
then
I basked in the nectar of a scorching sun

Did the sun come up again? Or...is it night and light at the same time?

"I basked in the nectar of a scorching sun
dreaming of an oaken forest
colored with a bitter harmony"--The ends of these lines sound very similar ( 2 syllable adjective + noun). You may have done that on purpose, but it sounds a bit monotonous to me.

"descret"-- Discrete? Discreet?

"descret"-- Discrete? Discreet?"

it's one of those