I actually quite like this.
No idea where the inspiration to write it came from...well, I could guess...Watching Gundam Seed Destiny -> remembering I need to finish writing BST -> BST's pretty depressing, isn't it? -> Athrun's gonna be pretty depressed come part 3 -> green eyes -> *BANG* imagery.
Green eyes, depression, storm clouds.
The line about light fighting back clouds and golden star's armies too bloody ages to come up with, and I'm not entirely convinced even now. Had to force it a bit.
Anyway, near the end, William Blake's America: A Prophecy popped into my head, so I threw in a couple of lines inspired by my favourite stanza of that poem (and the only one I know).
The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations;
The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrappèd up;
The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk and dry'd
Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing, awakening,
Spring like redeemèd captives, when their bonds and bars are burst
Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field,
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air;
Let the enchainèd soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing,
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years,
Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge.
They look behind at every step, and believe it is a dream,
Singing: "The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher morning,
And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night;
For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease.
Rather amazing stuff, I have to say.
Anyway. I was tired and completely rhymed out come the last stanza, hence giving up, and just going free form for the last few lines.