Venison's Dossier - The Eclipse

I, the sun.

A fiery, erratic cascade

of brash consciousness,

yet barely even glanced at until I'm leaving the room.

I hang suspended alone once again,

spilling out light but cast in shadow,

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my hole in the sky.

But peculiarity catches me like a line on a hook,

because across the stretch of a million miles, there is...

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You, the moon.

A soft, serene mist

of glowing opulence.

A mystery that everyone can't help but search for the answer to.

But with all of the universe at your fingertips,

You chose to look at me.

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Your eyes have captured light from distant supernovas,

Soaring their unapologetic glory towards me.

A light so bright it seems to dim me.

Constellations form from thin air,

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and making me lose my breath.

For the first time in four billion years, I am speechless.

I am unmoving.

I am powerless.

All because of you.

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But supernovas are, at their fundament, death.

They are finite, bound to burn into the night until lost in the blackness.

And so,

the moon turned away.

In a fleeting, throwaway moment,

It was gone.

I have power again,

free to bleed light into the sky.

But I, the sun, would give up all my light for another moment with

you, the moon.

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