The Lunatic and her Lover

by Cyneburg's Field
In the day he seems to sleep sound
Letting his enemy shine to the ground
But still his presence is behind the clouds
Creeping over the sunlight, silently doing its rounds
Of the Sun who tries his best to shine his way
Trying to sway my love away
But failed to notice he's been deceived
By my silent lover devouring him as good feed.

To choose between the night and light
I didn't choose the sun so bright
True, he's light for me to see the skies
But he's the same light that covers the lies.
I choose to go along the darkness
Call this what I feel madness
I choose to see the imperfect stars
They're the dark sky's beautiful scars.

He watches over me during the night
He shines with ample of his enemy's light
By the time the dusk grows mad
The time I'm alone and mostly sad
He creeps into my room
Illuminating my dark eyes that see nothing but doom
Then we both shine
And enjoy the night that's only his and mine.
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