Jonathan

13

Behind me,
the summer sun rises,
scorching everything and everything in its path.
As I walk, I see a mass of clouds,
so cold and dark that they overwhelm every living thing with their mere presence.
I can only watch as these two great beings prepare to do battle.
The sun, or the clouds?
Light, or darkness?
Which will win?
Even the sky seems divided on that matter.

As the battle begins, and then rages on,
I watch as the people shelter themselves from the battle above.
Winds whip around the area as trees are uprooted. Houses tear from their foundations as the world enters a state of chaos.

And then night comes.

The blackness of which extinguishes the sun and renders darkness inevitable.
Has darkness won? Yes.

But hope is not lost,
as the mourners play a melody
while the thirteenth moon quietly rises illuminated by the stars above.