I saw the moon once smile,
before the sun took his glory,
single stead cleaved,
behind jagged, broken story,

spilled ink blotched old words,
layering secrets 'neath cold night,
until cover with each rise,
hiding further 'neath new light,

was not a single moment,
two knew not of their fight,
existing in mirrored chaos
of parallels in their own plight,

I saw the moon once smile
a day before despair,
he and sun's only semblance,
be the tears they now both share.