As Clouds Cloak and Dethrone the Once Mighty Sun

Mountainous spires Adorned in firs The sun has shined But it’s now come its time A gradient of blue and red Of water and blood in the sky Betwixt with consoling clouds That have come to slay the light Attrition proves the most fruitful To conquer and dethrone the light A waiting game, Patience the key The clouds come like warhorses And all turns to black.