The Sun

The night dark and morose,
Angels and demons lock horns to play their righteous games
Lives and passions are but the pawns played on the sidelines of time ,
Lifetimes they say stand for something
The games of the beings play with all their soul,
For lifetimes are loved and loathed in a passionate moment,
The night dark and morose, is but a canvas.
Plays and passions are the only dye cast,
The brush of the lord, waits for its creations to play to its content,

For with the first ray of the rising sun
All that remains is but the creation itself, playing the magic of the day!!!!

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