Fighting in The Firmament

In the dismal and dreary dusk, I experience horrific hallucinations, Of cracks in the sublime skies. Celestial conflicts commence Without a hint or reason. Comets collide, stars flare In nasty noxious Novas. Quakes seem to shatter the peace Of the vast stretch of space. Whilst we on Earth envision The fall of a multitude of meteors. Catastrophic clouds form overhead, Effectively hiding the brutal battles galore. Then the rain begins to fall and I awake. Soon the cumulonimbus clouds disperse And the silvery stars appear in full formation. Thank God, ‘tis only a nasty nightmare.