Long, long ago
there was the fable of the
Princess of the Sun.
And a master.
The Princess, when conquered,
opened her hair,
to let the sun rays
illuminate her cave.
And the Master
Struck by the light
Called forth
His most potent essence
to impregnate the sun.
with unlimited power.
But the womb conspired
against this plan
to scorch the world.
It changed
the heart of the embryo
and what emerged
was their laughing daughter
- The Moon.
- Feb 2, 2004
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