The night's mist glares its grim face at the earth's soil
Suspecting it of all the evilness that runs wild during the night
Dark, tense, the two eye eyes, as if they painted a pair of menacing cowboys
Squaring off, their pistols not poisoning, but hands, lethal, and fatal
The times drags, the moon and its chariots of blackness quick to flinch of light
Rather the mother's and nights battle is murdered abruptly
When the rising, much like the Roman Empire, of the jousting sun
Broils the darkness, shedding light for flowers, shedding darkness for darkness
The blackness, disintegrates, and evolutionizes into splinter groups of colors
The cycle brainwashes the consciousness, it is a war, portrayed to society as peace