A/N: Here is a poem I wrote - quite odd, since I have a reputation for being horrible at poetry. Anywho, Vic Taylor (my now-beta and a helluva brilliant author; go read her stuff now instead of reading this) looked over it and approved, so I feel a bit more confident in posting it here than I would otherwise. ^.~

I hope you like this!

(Postscriptum - There is a reason for having next to zero punctuation, other than the fact that Vic told me not to put any [lol]. This is supposed to be a battle between Night and Dawn, hence everything is supposed to be happening all at once - very chaotic. The lack of punctuation - and therefore order - enhances that. The only bit of punctuation is at the end, and that strengthens the fact that the battle is over. And, yes, there is some punctuation in the middle, but that is because it really couldn't go without it.)


Night, with all his shadows

Armored in a veil of silence

Black velvet Darkness

And intrigue

Prepares to battle approaching Dawn

Dawn arrives, clothed in majesty

Crimson

Violet

Orange

Gold

The sunrise is at his command

The battle commences

The sun rises; the shadows swarm

Colors, radiant, gleam in the sky

Though shadows swirl about them

The orange sun rises amidst Night

Crimson and Violet surrounding

Night fights back

With ominous, blanketing

Storming Darkness

Is suddenly blinded

Orange

Gold

Splendor defined

Marching forth, bringing sunrise

The shadows fall away

The battle is won

Night yields to Dawn.