The morning sun back on its throne,
Denying the moon from the light she owns.
He is ruling the sky, burning fire as she mourns.
Forgetting that she was the queen of his throne.

The universe spin for the sun shall fade,
His fiery red rays are just left nothing but shades.
The queen rose up lighting up all face,
I wish you good morning, my lovely late date.

©2013 Maman Screams