The Endless Battle

Beginnings.

The dark sky stretched out before me like a velvet carpet, studded with glittering pearls. There was a gash of purple streaking the sky, a scar running down the length of its back, almost like it was crippling the sky. The moon sat on its shoulder, a cream sphere, keeping its children, a pearly bead, a pendant on her neck. The trees silhouetted against the skyline, a lumpy mattress on which she rested her head. A sweet wind blew through their limbs, melancholy, and longing to be up in her arms. Longing to be held in her breast. The sun dipped, fleeing the moon’s reign, their feud long from over and eternal. A strip across the skyline burnt like flames in the distance, bleeding into the deep blue of the sky above. Their battle commenced, every night, but every night the moon always won. Her glow overthrowing the sun and their lights entangling around the atmosphere. Connecting and sparking everywhere they could, but the moon’s children sprang to the surface, each one defeating a small part of the sun’s reign.

As the sun disappeared behind a golden haze, the frosted night descended. Sending the world into darkness, the shadows gripping the land with talons of ice, and slicing the earth with claws of fear and black stallions. The midnight lake washing against its starlit shore, and the moon bathing in the cool of dark. All was silent and calm, as if the world was saving itself, savouring the peace after the rush of day. Soaking up the delicious night in wait for the new day to come, for the sun to rise up against the moon’s shimmer and blazing the cold away. Melting the fortress that protects her and beating the moon into submission.

The moon falls, bleeding into her endless night, her stars swirling around her, desperately weaving tears of silver thread to her wounds. They fear for her, every night, the battle she must face, the wounds she must recover from. They fear.

There is never enough time between the fights, the sun sits, triumphant on his golden throne, smug at the thought of his lover's demise, but victory never lasts long enough. There isn't enough time to burn away every sliver of cool, her beauty still lingers, seductive. He cannot escape her, nor the love they shared before they were condemned to be immortal enemies til the end of time.

Neither can escape the passion, the memories, the heat nor the cool. So they wait, the endless battle raging on, never stopping, never waiting, they must prepare to face one another once again, this time, the outcome may differ, one always adapts while the other changes strategies, both almost perfection. But one must fall.

The new day will rise again, and with it will come the fall of the night.

-- written by Cat Lee