Poem TRA and Zyth

In the darkness, two clans grew.
one TRA, the other Zyth.
They rivaled each other,
so bad, much gloom.
They fought with booms
and hisses, nukes flying
past their heads.
Then at the end,
one clan gave in.
who was the clan?
It was TRA, far in.
At the end of the run,
the Zyth had won.
They celebrated at first,
but not for long,
Has the TRA not be gone.
Then, without warning,
the Zyth leader fell in morning.
So at the end,
who won the war?
It shall be neither,
For both clans fell with gore.
the end
This was just a poem that came in mind. It may be bad, and in my opinion, it is nothing compared to zolomon's poems.