The Eternal Battle
Dark shadows fade quietly
Beckoning the midnight hour
The looming chill of utter darkness
Warmth and light it does devour
Shots in the dark
Fire emanating from the night
Cracks of dark, fading rapidly
The conqueror of the darkness, the light has won.
Screeching cries awaken all
Midnight flees yet again
Triumphant battle cries are heard through the light
The atmosphere thus imbued with power arcane.
A victorious end filled with lights
The lights form a mysterious aura and rises into the sky.
The only fragment of night that remains is the shadows
They lay in wait for the eternal battle to begin again after the light fades from the sky.