Here comes Twilight,
homely in his ways,
The Night is always after him,
for his closeness to the Day.
Dawn is a distant relative,
determined in her stride.
Day and she are best of friends,
So Dawn won’t ever hide.
But Moon comes slow and silent still,
Jealous of their ties,
He’ll veil himself to hide their way,
Which aides him in his lies.
That Day and Dawn will never meet,
For how can light enjoy?
When Moon so blinds the obvious,
With his schemes and his ploys.
But Day takes heart,
Her Sun is fierce,
And his love for Dawn won’t diminish,
He’ll shine through Moon forevermore,
What must be done, he’ll finish.