Dawn to Dusk

Colors dancing,
Morning wakes me.
Lights are prancing,
Day no longer sleeps.

Darkness fights to reign supreme.
Yet, sun-rays sparkle,
And shimmer, and gleam.
It never stood a chance.

As for the moon,
His time is up.
But stars still sing,
Beyond the Midnight's fling.

But a las,
Night is a stubborn one.
Born of light and gold,
It's vengeance will throw Morning off it's throne.

I long to keep sweet Day from defeat;
Of this never-ending battle,
That pesky history chooses to repeat.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

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