Nothing stirs
Nothing moves
In the darkness
As the light does lose
An eternal battle
Deeply fought
It’s no wonder
Escape is sought
Soon the war will be won
Maybe then to
Free a setting sun
This eternal battle
Fought for aeons
Harks back to
prehistory and song
Both worshipped
by those below
Who needs them both
Forever as they know
The moon smiles
Full and fat
As the sun hides away
Without his hat
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Posted in: Poetry
withheldindarkness
February 21, 2013
Ironically if either we to “win” the war, it would be the end of life on Earth as we know it. I love this way of thinking however, a very ancient thought. Thanks for sharing.
Darren Greenidge
February 21, 2013
Thank you again! I wrote this as a way to show how insignificant humans are in the grand scheme of things and that the moon and the sun have always been there and will be so for billions of years more long after we are dust and forgotten. I’m glad you liked it. It was something I was playing with and was unsure how it would turn out so I took a chance and put it out there.