Struggles

Mornings are fun        
light blue taking over the deeper shades of the night
as it regurgitates the day      
swallowed in fiendish hunger the dusk before
        are they really monsters as once was
        Thought, waiting to eat the Sun
        and then the battle between the Moon
and the nascent Star begins anew each dawn        

Where are the warriors? who fights the war ?
is the couturier dead?
why else are the masks askew, and the lines all garbled        

Take by force, or take by guile        
One shall win and the other not      
Yet when will all know that there is no battle    
no war      
no fight and        
no victors      

Take what is now and sunder the rocks      
dig deep to find where one has gone        
and then maybe you can see the reason to be    
but then maybe not