There was once a time, long gone.
Where the sun and moon were wed as one.
Where every light we see from Earth
Gathered in one great and awesome church
Beyond it’s walls, Joy ineffable,
Lingered The devil, envy immeasurable.
The young stars new to the rest
Held her lovely wedding dress.
Iridescent indeed, It shone and did gleam
But it paled in comparison to one such as she.
Perfect and flawless, bathed in his glow.
Diana, Mother moon, Goddess of the bow.
The sun stood with his brothers,
the light from him lit up the others.
He, proud and full of life,
Humbled only by his wife.
His flame powered by their love.
Apollo, father sun, So high above.
The gods were in attendance,
With all the constellations
The heavenly bodies too.
All for the bride and groom
They both vowed, swore under God
To love one another
until time stopped.
God produced his Orchestra of kings,
Who played upon heavenly strings
A melody so sweet that once heard,
One is moved to dance, undeterred.
Where every dancer kept in stride
While a scornful Devil peered outside.
Some time later, they bore a child,
Father proud and mother mild.
Gaia, a fair and lovely daughter
Full of life, Just like her father.
A planet with the soul of a star.
Unique in both the here and far.
Yet all was not well in the space above
The Devil, envious of their love,
Put a curse upon Apollo’s breath,
That as it brings life, it may also bring death
Whatever it ,meets is reduced to dust.
His daughter soon-after was burnt by his touch.
With a heavy heart he ran,
Across the universe and back again.
He longed for his lovers arms,
But kept Gaia safe from harm.
He found a space that was fair to each,
Close enough, but out of reach.
They still dance To this day,
In the vast halls of space.
Yet do not think this story sad.
Every so often in the long ballad.
The two may even cross to kiss,
This is the miracle of an eclipse.
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