There he goes, that contemptuous sun,
Burning in the sky like this all, he owns.
Now is the time, I mustn’t postpone!
Shameful he is; a star so worshipped,
And even still so low.
Good day, Moon!
Your radiance is as magnificent as ever.
Humans must be tempted to gaze at you forever.
Burning in the sky like this all, he owns.
Now is the time, I mustn’t postpone!
Shameful he is; a star so worshipped,
And even still so low.
Good day, Moon!
Your radiance is as magnificent as ever.
Humans must be tempted to gaze at you forever.
Flatter me not, sun,
Your words I could shun.
You’ve been lord of the sky too long.
Your time is over, your realm is done.
Sorry moon, your elegance distracts me,
Your voice like a harp.
Your being is so graceful,
And yet your words so sharp.
What do you mean?
You sit in the sky, glowing with pride!
To be jaundiced by your glory
Is an unappealing ride.
Your lights burn too brightly,
Your fire too hot.
To be forsaken is what you deserve!
Your time is done, Sun, Consider yourself caught.
One mans envy is another mans haught.
Your words, Moon, they wound me.
They dig under my skin.
I had not realized I had grown so low.
I apologize for any offense given
But you cannot ignore my plea.
They need me, moon, they need me, you see?
I am their light!
Take away me and you take away their fight.
You chatter too much sun
But your words are in vain.
I move to conceal you;
To put an end to their pain.
I will diminish your light
My essence shall obscure it
And save them from your sorrowful sight.
They don’t need you, they don’t, you will see!
Forget about you they will,
And worship no one but me.
It is too late; you cover me now.
Behind your beauty you mask my glow.
Now out of their sight, I hide in your shadow.
But be careful, they will be scared.
Though your stars twinkle like a thousand splendid suns,
They will need me,
I am not done.
It is done, they will not notice him.
Be quiet, Sun, let your light grow dim.
Your song has been sung,
Now it is time for me.
This eclipse is begun,
And a long one it will be.
One week has gone by,
They scream and they cry.
They are frightened;
Your actions are bold.
Clouded in your veil of darkness,
The world has gone crispy and cold.
Snow and ice cover the ground,
Things wither and grow old.
Please, let me warm them.
You are mistaken, they cry with joy. They are in shock.
Sick with euphoria, they cry and they wail.
And I respond with a roar of tides; An exquisite gale.
Three more weeks have gone by
Their cries grow weak.
The world is a wasteland
The terrain is dead; bleak.
Their crops wither and die.
Even I can feel their hunger
As the earth exhales a tired, unanimous sigh.
Driven by madness,
Death sweeps through the land like a plague.
Slowly, their souls begin to fade.
Please, let me out!
I see what you mean, Sun
I alone cannot rule.
Whilst their bodies diminish, I must seem like a fool.
Their lakes are frozen, their houses are cold.
“The moon stole our warmth!” they cried, they told.
They need you, Sun, they need you, I see.
I move from in front of you; Come out, be free!
Please forgive me for my insolence.
Your words I could shun.
You’ve been lord of the sky too long.
Your time is over, your realm is done.
Sorry moon, your elegance distracts me,
Your voice like a harp.
Your being is so graceful,
And yet your words so sharp.
What do you mean?
You sit in the sky, glowing with pride!
To be jaundiced by your glory
Is an unappealing ride.
Your lights burn too brightly,
Your fire too hot.
To be forsaken is what you deserve!
Your time is done, Sun, Consider yourself caught.
One mans envy is another mans haught.
Your words, Moon, they wound me.
They dig under my skin.
I had not realized I had grown so low.
I apologize for any offense given
But you cannot ignore my plea.
They need me, moon, they need me, you see?
I am their light!
Take away me and you take away their fight.
You chatter too much sun
But your words are in vain.
I move to conceal you;
To put an end to their pain.
I will diminish your light
My essence shall obscure it
And save them from your sorrowful sight.
They don’t need you, they don’t, you will see!
Forget about you they will,
And worship no one but me.
It is too late; you cover me now.
Behind your beauty you mask my glow.
Now out of their sight, I hide in your shadow.
But be careful, they will be scared.
Though your stars twinkle like a thousand splendid suns,
They will need me,
I am not done.
It is done, they will not notice him.
Be quiet, Sun, let your light grow dim.
Your song has been sung,
Now it is time for me.
This eclipse is begun,
And a long one it will be.
One week has gone by,
They scream and they cry.
They are frightened;
Your actions are bold.
Clouded in your veil of darkness,
The world has gone crispy and cold.
Snow and ice cover the ground,
Things wither and grow old.
Please, let me warm them.
You are mistaken, they cry with joy. They are in shock.
Sick with euphoria, they cry and they wail.
And I respond with a roar of tides; An exquisite gale.
Three more weeks have gone by
Their cries grow weak.
The world is a wasteland
The terrain is dead; bleak.
Their crops wither and die.
Even I can feel their hunger
As the earth exhales a tired, unanimous sigh.
Driven by madness,
Death sweeps through the land like a plague.
Slowly, their souls begin to fade.
Please, let me out!
I see what you mean, Sun
I alone cannot rule.
Whilst their bodies diminish, I must seem like a fool.
Their lakes are frozen, their houses are cold.
“The moon stole our warmth!” they cried, they told.
They need you, Sun, they need you, I see.
I move from in front of you; Come out, be free!
Please forgive me for my insolence.