I could see the warm sun
So dazzling and bright
When the day has begun
The world is in my sight
Yet, what I much desire
Lies after the twilight
When gone is the fire
And the world is out of sight
But as decreed by fate
My beloved will rise
To softly illuminate
This world they despise
When she comes, there is peace
The monsters are in silence
Their turmoil and struggle cease
When slumber claims their audience
The sun is the beginning.
It gives warmth and new hope.
But the moon is our awakening,
The freedom of our kaleidoscope
The daylight's touch is rejoiced
As it shines and lights up the sky.
But our crescent captivates,
As to allow us to soar high.
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