Who on Earth needs the bright and yellowed Sun,
when you possess the full filled Moon like mine?
Her bright and whitened rays of light are dun,
cool and pale shining in this night of time.
Those who worship the Sun do so in loss.
Enveloping me in her snowy hues,
my own faithful crescenting albatross,
is beauty’s epitome full and new.
Every man knows the toils of the day,
contrary to my own lunar above.
For in her presence troubles sleep away.
At day I sweat and burn, at night I love.
          Shame, my lovely Dusk is shrouded by Dawn.
          I shall wait for Apollo to be gone.