The War of Life and Death

The dark and the light wage war within myself.
On the one side there is a life forgotten, a battle tide that edges out the soul itself with darkness as the final flag. And on the other side lies a soul bathed in light. But it has no final flag for light must always give way to dark when it finally fades away. And so with life - To live for the day is to put off the inevidable death's embrace. So why does the light push so hard? How can the light fight off and adversary it cannot see or touch and which encircles the light at all sides? Destiny lies with dark (to it must be given way). But light still fights.
How empowering?
Evil and good lie within engaged in the battle for all that might be. But what would the war look like if one could be both light and dark? Both good and evil? Both an angel and a demon? What a new adversary emerge? Would good and evil reign and rage over some other force benign until arms are taken up against? Would that other force find favor in the light? Or could it sway the dark? Or perhaps would its weight drag both dark and light away? Both evil and good beyond the bounds of common thought?
How status-quo?
What if the battle was not of light on dark or day from night. What if the dark let light live as long as it might? For it knows that in the end the dark must come, so why not resign itself to let life shine itself in peace, knowing that then the dark will rest in tranquility following a day of bliss instead of struggle?
How utopian?
And yet there is no utopia. There is no victor no peace inside my soul. Not yet. Not today. Despondency.