He felt the heat of the sun,
Its relentless rays shot like a gun.
It would not hide behind a cloud,
It sat in the sky still and proud.
It only made way for the moon,
Who provided undeniable gloom.
It hid the hills, the trees, the floor,
The orb told a story, a nocturnal lore.
Each hour, each minute reminded him so,
That the lifeless body belonged to his foe.
A temporary brief evil force,
That maliciously changed his life’s course.
He felt the moon, he felt the sun,
But in his heart he knew he had won....
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