Welcome to my post for Friday Fictioneers.
The Final Battle
As the residents slept peacefully in their beds, an angry war raged in the sky overhead.
Sides were chosen, weapons drawn. A fight to the finish, once and for all.
The winds confronted one another, a rumbling thunder rent asunder by bold flashes of cutting edges.
The sky darkened as the tempest roared, the sound of hooves could now be heard. On the horizon war horses appeared, the day arrived that all had feared.
The final battle, night versus day: Moon and Stars, held at bay.
When smoke cleared, none were left to tell the tale of that fateful day.
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