When Night gives up his love for Dark,
to drape himself in new day's Light;
Dark clings to him with dawn's faint spark,
bedazzled by the stark white bright.
Light wins the day and Dark is caught,
within a web of glittering rays;
Dark dispels her shadows deeply fraught
with demons for the end of days.
Then Dark bides her time and waits,
for every Light must one day die;
As the ancient law of time dictates,
Light must leave a changing sky.
At dusk, when Light is worn and bleak,
Dark conquers Light when she is weak.
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