The Journey of the Moon, the Battle of the Sun,

As the moon sails across its never-ending journey
through sea of black velvet,
schools of stars follow in her wake.
She steers an uneerily path
through unnavigatable oceans of blackness.
Siren song of stillness eggs her on
through jagged rocks and piercing coral reef
                       of emptiness.
She knows her voyage draws to a close
as she approaches the edge of the world.
And slowly, crashing on the sharp rim
she sinks beneath the inky blackness of nights's end.

The sun rises victoriously as mighty Leonides.
He screams battle cries of glorious brightness
as he battles through armies of cloud-filled skies.
He streaks across the sky
like the mighty Spartan of old.
He requires no chariot of Helios
for his courage carries him onward.
His cries chase away the night with blood-filled morning.
Until, finally, he succumbs,
falls to arrows of stars
and his blood soaks the empty sky.
Everyday he falls, only to rise again.

And so is the journey of the moon,
and the battle of the sun.
Every day and every night,
reminding us of eternity...