Where crimson bleeds into steel-gray skies,
A daily war between dark and light dies.
Power lines cut through heaven's domain,
Like battle scars that always remain.
Street lamps flicker their defiant glow,
Against the shadows that ebb and flow.
Nature paints with fire up above,
While below, we wage our push and shove.
In this moment between day and night,
Where good and evil blur their fight,
The sunset reminds us with its art:
Both darkness and light play their part.
For in this dance of dusk and flame,
Neither force can stake its claim—
The beauty lies in how they meet,
Where shadow and light choose to compete.