Every Day Fray

From humanities onset, Before consciousness and intelligence met Or our ever-present, fear-ridden fret Of our own self-induced, war-torn threat, Unseen by eyes unobservant, There’s been an eternal cosmic war event. Aloft let eyes stray To the grounds of the bloody fray Between the entities called night and day. In the battle of dawn Day demonstrates its brawn, Thereby banishing night from sight By flooding the sky with its light. In the battle of twilight Night becomes days plight By battling to reclaim its ground, Inevitably winning without an uttered sound. This conflict fought with undying devotion, Devoid of any kind of emotion, It’s not their perpetual damnation But is their purpose: our salvation. From humanities onset, Before our consciousness and intelligence met, It’s been unquestionably evident, Though to eyes unobservant, That life couldn’t survive without this cosmic event.