Day and Night

Locked within an eternal battle of celestial beings,

Two warriors, and their murderous feelings,

 One, a champion hailing from light,

And the other, a huntress of the night.

As the eye of heaven rises once more,

Day pierces the dark with blades, yet no gore,

And the white masses watching the fight with anticipation,

With night waiting until her liberation.

As the sun reaches its zenith,

Day glows with pride, just as the explorers at Plymouth.

But he knows his time is beginning to wane,

As the light begins to fade.

Suddenly, night attacks with all of her might!

Casting the blood of day and light,

Across the blue yonder, their battleground,

And the signal for night’s freedom begins to sound.

As day begins to die, night rules over their clash,

With no more traces of day’s bloody gash,

And the black starts to swallow the light of day.

“The light has been defeated!” night would say.

Night dons her bejewelled gown,

To boast of her victory, and bears her crown,

But as Father Time moves the eternal cycle,

Day begins to wake, his mind no longer idle.

As dawn breaks the deadly silence, night loses her power,

And day’s chance to regain his might, his hour,

Forever, the battle continues and rages,

For time will tell, their souls will dwell, their tale will be known for ages.