Enjoy.

We see you every night.
But you never show up in the light.
I'm full of blight.
Every time I never see you so bright.

You may be dark.
But you are the spark.
In the sky you mark.
Mark with your grace we embark.

We see you every day.
In every way.
The dark moon can never stay.
But every time it comes it is a ray.

A ray of hope we lay.
In the dream we play.
And in the light we slay.
Slay the chaos set in stone and clay.

Dark moon shines on the soil.
And in my mind's coil.
It eases the anger that shall toil.
And let every rage foil.

But the dark moon makes me, me.
And the moon makes we.
So what can I be?
I won't know until it shines on he.

I can speak.
For the moon at its highest peak.
As the light of it shall leak.
Darkness and light rain it's bleak.

Bleak and dark reality downed.
And the strong have frowned.
And the weak shall be renowned.
As they now are the ones crowned.

As I now dress.
In the stress.
Of such a decision that will press.
On my mind in progress.

The dark moon.
Purple and gone so soon.
One with the moon again at noon.
I am the sun to you, and I shall swoon.

And brighten the moon for you all.
And show my gaze as I rise and fall.
As you hide behind the wall.
As you feign standing tall.

In the presence of thee.
As we are three.
Moon, Sun, and Tree.
And we all agree.

The dark moon brightens.
The sun enlightens.
The tree heightens.
And together it all tightens.

Tightens the hold.
Of our mind to be old.
Old with stories to be told.
And truths we scoff and scold.

With your light.
We shall fight.
To see you bright.
In the dark of night.

Sun so yellow and red.
Moon so purpley blue I stare in my bed.
At trees so green and orange when I led.
Led my tired body to gaze at you as I fled.

Fled into the forest to feed.
As I get cut and bleed.
To get away to the one I need.
To be freed.

Oh dark moon, how do you feel?
Oh dear sun, how do you peel,
Away such horrid lies as we kneel?
And make us keel.

Keel over in such a way.
That joy provides every day.
Tree, don't encourage such play.
Play of the mind as we lay.

Lay here weak and strong.
Right and wrong.
In woe and song.
For so very long.

Why am I like this, to my core?
Dear Moon and Tree, I swore.
I swore to you forevermore.
As I am a carnivore.

Carnivore for being your Lord.
Who you obey and act on my accord.
And here you are, raising your sword.
And now it is my turn, to cut your cord.

Dash....
Slash...
Smash..
Splash.

Moon Light, Sun Ray. I'm glad.
That I got free from the bad.
Of your negative energy so mad.
With negativity and death, so sad.

The moon no longer purpleish blue.
The sun no longer true.
I, Tree, have been forced to be like glue.
Stuck to both of you for a single clue.

As to why I must glow.
For you both. So slow.
Slow as to flow.
And now you are buried low.

Sun Ray, Moon Light.
You forced me through eternal fright.
Now I'm free to fix what needs to be right.
And get rid of any trace of your angry might.

Sun, your body still glows with rage.
Moon, your body glows with a crucial stage.
You two were strange.
And you light our night and day in a range.

Range of equal time between.
As equality was never seen.
Your deaths keep us keen.
Keen, and alive so green.

Your bodies's will.
To be alive still.
Is what fill.
Fill me with life to spill.

Moon so white.
With death and a bite.
Of cold that mourns at the site.
Of where I killed you for the rite.

All the purple and blue drained.
Out into the space around and rained.
Rained it around to show what retained.
From the life that was gone and what remained.

Sun so pale.
With death and a cruel tale.
Of such control and lack of hale.
And a death so deserving as I bale.

Nearly all the yellow drained away.
And all your blood rains down and sway.
Sway with the same rage you had that day.
And you still glow as you lay.

I was full of fear.
I didn't want to hear.
Your begs and every shed tear.
Tear from Moon as you lie dead, dear.

Moon went dark.
Her body lights against the bark.
As the sun's glow shall spark.
And light the fire and leave the mark.

Mark of what I done to them.
They were a precious gem.
From my plant's buds to their stem.
I regret what I done down to your every hem.

Hem on your soul, as it shall burn in.
And with every change, I turn and sin.
Turn and sin into what I'm not supposed win.
As the feeling burns into my skin.

Sun's anger and torment rises inside.
In my soul as it screams far and wide.
With your rage and power as I hide.
As I can never pick a side.

Moon's shame and sadness grows.
Inside me and throws.
Throws such hate at me and my crows.
As she is dead, and I hide them in rows.

As your souls became Sun and Moon.
As I feel calm and watch everything end soon.
From my hands, our partnership ended at noon.
As I decided to swoon.

"Dark Moon! Sun!!".
"Yes, Tree?", "Can we have some fun?".
"Fun?", "Yeah! Like, talk or run".
Now all I'm doing is getting everyone's shun.

Moon.
You were gone too soon.
Died at your weakest, in the afternoon.
And now I stare at your body and swoon.

Swoon to the idea of crying.
As you begged as you were dying.
I was trying.
Trying to save us from lying.

Lying dead on the ground.
Or never to be found.
A thud being the only sound.
Other than the sound of a simple pound.

Sun Ray.
You deserved every lay.
Lay of my weapon on your skin get torn away.
Noone can know why you both had to pay.

Sun means Pain.
Moon means Comfort. Like in rain.
Tree means life. As I drain.
Drain you of your life with gain.

No one can know why you flow.
Or why you glow.
And change, but very slow.
As I watch and blow.

Blow glances.
Blow woeful dances.
Blow comforting words and stances.
Or why I cry like I'm in many trances.

Moon, Sun, please forgive.
Every horrible action I give.
Why I didn't make you live.

Dark moon, your presence makes me shiver.
And it shall always deliver.
The cold feeling through my liver.
And everywhere else as I cry a river.

I always feel the pain.
In your rain.
And I'm still covered in every blood stain.
On my leaves, ðe red and disgusting brown gain.

Red for the sun, Brown for Moon, my dear.
You mad me let go of every fear.
Life came from your deaþ, but every tear.
Belongs to you, Sun and Moon, every year.

Sun, Moon, and Tree.
The once group of three.
The ones that were free.
As I'm the only one who knows thee.

This is the story that was never read.
As everyone in it is full of dread.
And broken dreams ahead.
As everything is now broken and dead.