The Eternal Battle
Darkness and light give not way to one another without a fight,
Each ready to show its might and displace the other,
Something akin to day and night;
And the onlooker has no choice but to bear the plight.
Daybreak and nightfall are the circle of life;
The day brings with it a new vigour to work,
But then the night tries to put a knife,
Into the spokes of the wheel of life.
Arrived that magical moment, the turning point of the fight,
Suddenly a spark is in sight to the lamp alight,
Removing the empty void of the dark night -
Displacing it, and in a trice darkness meekly takes flight.
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