The sun with his ever seeing face
Had never seen a being with such grace
He called to her
Come be my bride!
But she was a harlot
Never will I go to your side!
For days the clouds cried
Endless empty nights
The sun had lost his light
She was as cold as she was lovely
But calculating enough to see the gain
So she took to the sky
I will keep my vow she proclaimed
Never will I cease to cause you pain
My domain is the empty night
To which I will bring a bit of light
If you try to touch me I will make you bleed
Your blood is the cost of such greed
Hastily the sun agreed
But soon he began to crave
A single touch that she gave
At sunset he reached out
The moment his skin contacted hers
He was covered in icy burns
His blood spilled across the sky
In no more time than the blink of an eye
Yet morning and night
He continues to try
To touch the one
Who is his bride