Dark clouds retreat,

Light clouds advance,

It has forever been thus, I’d imagine;

May be there is a eternal war in heaven,

With neither capable of decisive victory;

Trapped in a perpetual cycle of advance and retreat;

With only hint of the violent blood bath that underlies,

Evident at the edges of the sky,

Where they meet both at sunset and dawn;

A perpetual stalemate;

That has existed,

Since the beginning of time.