The Moon and Sun

A Mother gave birth to her daughter,
The daughter shone like beauty and radiance,

The Mother was comforting and quiet,
Yet both shone bright in a form of connection,

The daughter was made of clay,
Each part, created perfectly to represent who she was,

The Mother was a seedling,
Sprouted from the ground and grew into the once dark sky,

There was  peace in the way one spoke to another,
A love where one could only be with the other.

Men would seek to find their light,
Idle at the energy of the daughter,

The Mother and daughter would welcome them,
Offer kindness and light into their world,

Greed would manifest into these men,
The men slowly began to take the daughter,

Before there was no light of The Mother.

The men erased the daughters true ideals,
Indulged in her radiance,

The men would turn her into something new,
Artificialize her into being only a concept of what she once was.

The Mother mourned,
Silence and darkness became all it was,

The Mother would search night for her,
Hoping for just a glimpse of her daughter.

The first time the Mother finds her,
She is built with fear,

There wasn’t a trace of excitement,
Only a pitiful light.

The second time, there was only silence,
The Mother barely noticed her,

She was quiet and sweet,
A polluted sweet, where she could only speak when spoken to.

The third time,
The Mother was angry,

The Mother fought for her,
Commotion and violence that only comes from a mother's love.

There was nothing after that,
She was only the memory of her Mother,

The Mother had a daughter,
The Mother’s daughter was taken,

The Mother’s daughter became someone new,
The Mother was alone.

She was gone.

— Loki Nounou