Catching on the tips
The moon was angry
"You keep me in the dark
I never see the green of a tree
or the violent blue of the sea,
And the sun replied,
His golden rays blinding
Those who worshipped below,
"I am hiding you from their world.
For truly, Evil does not exist in the night
but in the day, where all can see
but trust too much to look."
The moon cried softly,
her tears catching on the tips of
"I would rather…"
For the sun is harsh for all it's beauty
and the moon remains silent
as the star tips slowly dry.