Cycles

Narrator:

“As the sun beams down

So does the moon elsewhere

Being different places simultaneously

Yet they both see what’s similar.

As they trade places

A quick conversation takes place.”

Moon:

“I pierced down on a diseased world

A world that there is no cure for.

Perhaps you too see as I see.

Those who believe they are sheltered by the night

And prey on the weak.

Little do they know the weakest of my rays

Illuminate their action.

If only one with colossal power could prevent this inevitability.

This cycle is wrong

For death know longer terrifies men.

For they take and give it as they were Gods.

The smell of death is as common as roses.

The procession of funerals is more common than weddings.

So much so that the line of savagery and sensibility

Has blurred together by the colors of Hate.

Few guided by reason, some by logic, most by emotion

Those numbers equate to destruction.

Salvation still burns however for every day you (Sun) arise

Another chance does also.

Let there be salvation on your end.”

Sun

“Agreed.”