A story of love aged with time,
Enveloped and inmortalized in joyous rhyme.
There once was a fae guided by the Sun,
Showing the way, he need only follow and run.
Kept under close watch by a vigilant eye,
The fae boy felt that all must be ary.
The world the sun showed him he was sure,
Must be perfect, whole, and infinitely pure.
But hardly was that dream so true,
And with each moment, the sun's fervor grew.
So demanding and resentful were the Sun's ways,
The boy cursed with scorching, destructive days.
But his will persisted, for he knew no other,
Stranded and tired, trading loneliness to suffer.
One evening he pondered on what to do,
Escape back to suffering alone, but where to go?
Then, with the gift of the sunset all was clear,
For what came after was what he knew to hold dear.
Before the fae arose the shimmering Moon,
His eyes fixated on such a dizzying boon.
The Moon wrapped him in bright, soft light,
Assuring the fae that now all would be right.
He felt comfort in the welcoming glow,
At last a gentle soul wanting to see him grow!
The fae openly proclaimed his adoration,
The Moon's presence the source of his frantic creation.
Weaving words of passion and desire,
Finally free of the past destructive mire.
Never once moving in such a flurry,
Desperate to prove his love, but he needn't worry.
The Moon enamored with him for what he was,
And valued him for all that he does.
With guiding light and a glowing heart,
The fae boy knew they'd never want to be apart.