The sun slit her wrists and
across the sky, her crimson blood was spilt.
The moon silently stood by,
the clouds misted over her view
as the sun slipped away,
past the horizon.
The sun faded into the darkening sky,
as the stars sang it a lullaby,
and the moon tucked the sun till it slept
and alone, in the sky, the moon had wept
it crashed onto the horizon bay,
and faded again, for another day.