Distracted, by a sprinkling and twinkling  blink,
a light flashes dashes a secret-invasion.
I felt traumatized being in the midst, “Be my eyes!”
I shouted with fear. I was visionless to the epics of it evolution,
 ‘A mystery is taking place,’ I whispered;
as the hot air rises and the cold air falls, I trembled.
The cloud moans, reverberate a sound of fury,
 lingered while cruise it atmospheric  magnitude as light
 makes it way to the path of darkness. 
The dark night took it place within it dark shadows
 as  it await the unexpected, with fear and trembling.

In the vineyard of my presence I was stern,
 emotionless to the vicious light;
meticulously and aggressively like an earthquake it arose,
 a shake of vengeance seems to be the note.
 “Vengeance is mine,” it whispers, “vengeance is mine,”
 mysterious the path it chose,
so I suggested; a gave moment.
 The two, clashes with equivalent force,
 a shock of vehemence pale the face of darkness,
 a matter of life and death;
 vigorous and compelling the speed of light appeared to be,
 availed it sword swiftly to anything in its path.
 Darkness quickly gave way to the light;
in the verge of avenge light did not hesitate quickly it move,
 an aspiration of might, for every moment was a deadly bolt,
 with flying colors the night was blind to it danger.
  Life wasn’t optional for mercy say no to darkness,
 defenseless became the case,
 as the mysterious light became ferociously restless
 to whom it came to devour.

The dark night took one step back,
 as the sound of a trumpet sound  a battle cry,
an alarm of  integrity to light position,
 a sound that symbolizes a triumph to be,
 darkness prone to the solemn tone for what was unexpected was unexpected.  Like a thief in the night came light,
rage with intense and victorious optimism;
 I lay supine grasping for air, for the air was toxic with fear,
elevated from the friction between the two forces. 
I watched the light  aim it foe, my shadow rush beneath me,
the presence seems devastating,
the dark shadows slowly disintegrated
while it poor soul cries for freedom.
 The darkness quiver to the danger brought upon it
 as a reflection of a lost soul simulated it mind,
 covered entirely by the weight of light;
bitter was the atmosphere as feather-like ashes maneuver the sky,
 “a battle of rapture,” I say, ‘a battle of rapture,’ I repeated
as I crawl to the ground blindly ,
but anxiously wanting to see the end result of the consequence,
for one seems lost and the other fines it way. 
The night decreased, as the atmosphere renovates itself;
a mystical ecological effect, as the struggle continues.
 The darkness fades away rapidly.
 
There, a great silence revealed itself among the great war,
 like if it was tune by a mute button,
 the silence shows the vigilant power of light,
the power that ache the opponent body. 
The arms of it aching feature pace with a rose of bitterness
 and if fury effect, unleashed it pigment that poison it foe.
 Vengeance was it intend, to terrify was it game,
 fearless it know, devouring while conquering the essence it know;
 the wrath of light forced it way into reign.

 Anticipated I was to see the intrigue capacity,
 a mystery, a puzzle, a warning beyond my imagination.
 My knowledge was limited,
where outside the box was like blade gnashing against each other,
I couldn’t tell it effect, for the effect of light was toward its integrity.  Unpredictable, as the receptor of my brain
 appear small than I thought it would be.
 The light spills it senses with a vengeance  I couldn’t tell,
a fight I could say was a anonymous secret ,
unnoticed by  a sprinkling twinkling blink.