Sun, so golden, it rises above the quiet city

with the many houses squinting their eyes,

rolling up their windows and running away.

The little people cower in their fear,

sure that this is the end,

sure that the sun will explode in a ball of fire,

burning them until nothing, nothing is left.

The moon isn’t like this, isn’t so mean,

doesn’t taunt and terrify with its heat and light,

doesn’t hover so dangerously near, yet so far away.

Golden light and silver light, guiding deep within,

burning away the happiness, the sin, the everything,

all that’s left is light, life,

all that’s left is dim, burned out, husked out.

Nothing left, nothing, ruin, all is gone,

all is lost, nothing here but us rabbits,

us rabbits and you, lost in the long night,

gone until there is nothing left, nothing, nowhere.

An emptiness never to be filled,

so blank it might be despair,

so full it might be hope, so large it might be the sun,

just so.