I raise the sun,

the moon nods off as its passes under the horizen,

making the hills its bed for the day.

Pain enters my heart.

Dear sister i am sorry for this.

Business as usual today.

Talking with officials, making big decisions,

Luna always hated this part,

I miss my sister...

The day winds down,

take off my crown,

the moon breaks through the surface.

I watch the stars, these painful scars,

begin to come back open.

These tears i cry drip through the sky,

dear sister please come back.

My words ring out into the silence,

my heart begins to crack.

I am sorry.