Sun and Moon

 

Sun, he rose in the morn.

 This day the first he was born.

 He whom created all,

 could be our fall.

 Feel Sun’s warmth and his scorn.

 

Moon, she rose in the night.

With grace she came in sight.

She moves our oceans,

 distorts our emotions.

 Embrace her glow and her bite.

 

 Unified they entrance.

 Both set the world in romance.

 One to light up Night’s dark cloak

 and the other a warm sun soak.

 Sun and Moon rule us with in their lingering trance.

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