#9

A battle wages ceaselessly in
caverns deep and dark
the moon's grace lost
without the reflection of the sun
chilling and delving
disguising the cause
ask not what happened
rather what did not

Future is a curious thing
shining bright with promises
full of dreams and whimsy
until it crashed- reality
an answer isn't always
the answer you desire
sometimes it's the opposite
a nightmare graced with causality

a battle fought on the horizon, the sun falling on the sword
driving the moon to descend it's darkness. shining- never more

rip.