I have witnessed the holy war in the sky,
warrior clouds marching
through the blue ocean
to wage war on the cruel sun.
Destroying the evil minions — light and heat,
they march above the fields of sweat and meat.
With trees cheering from below
and stars cheering from above.
The kingdom of clouds sail through the wind
cutting through waves of enemy kin,
gathering forces and amassing darkness
they’re determined to defeat her Highness.
She dances in the glory of her light
parrying through the clouds’ might.
Each blow weakening their steed
cracking bones of thunder and slowing their speed.
March they do
unto their demise
along with the hopes of a million mice
for no one can beat the chosen one.
With their dying breath,
the clouds of darkness carry out one last assault
a stroke of lightning through the heart.
Angered by their gall,
the queen of fire slays them all.
Blood of my saviours wash my sins away,
as the rain comes down and saves the day.
Alas, the light has won again
but the efforts of my lords are not in vain.
For they have shown that even her Highness,
the slaver of men and hunger,
can bleed as bright as a rainbow
shining through the horizon of bittersweet colours.
The land of the mortals rejoice
at this colourful defeat
for it has given them hope
planted as a seed.
In the womb of their earth mother,
grows a child
who will reprise the rebellion
against oppression and tyranny.
It does not matter
if he wins
or if he fails.
As long as he breathes, there will be hope again.