The sky is covered with red and orange,
Blazing high above the trees.
A glorious battle in the heavens,
Bleeds through for our own eyes to see.
The clouds fight to be pure white,
But the sun wishes to paint them red.
This is the end of today,
Tomorrow it will be a different night.
Today shall be known as the Red October,
And tomorrow will have a different name.
It shall be decided,
When we find out which entity wins.