Quarrel

The crows caw and screech. The Dark cries for a savior but the Sky is torn and voices inaudible. The Stars blink their eyes unable to grasp the reason for the Dark’s treason. Again the Dark Cries. The Shadows below move in fluidity caught in their own ingenuity. The Zephyrs eddy, swirl very much aware of the quarrel. Yet it seems the Dark is against its own Until Day breaks and the Sun moans.