Sun & Moon
They fell at her feet with their love-begging bowls
She was his, mind, body, & soul.
His harem was vast
Yet she was the last.
Her cold beauty cast a faerieland lust to a dark world.
The firs in his heart dared anyone to come close.
He ruled the day, while she ruled the night.
And yet who was to put aside their pride?
In this game of love: which was the slave & which was the master?
Her friged siglence,
And his heated glares,
The power of passion imcompasses all.
She was his & and he was her's.
But what of equality if each try to rule?
Yet, one cannot exist without the other,
The live the only way they know how.
And the world my fall around their feet,
But they are constant in an ever changing world.
