You Should Not Have Turned Away

The moon looked at the sun and shouted
“we are the same, you know.”
The sun shook his head, and in one word said,
“no.”
The moon desperately tried to prove
her point to him, but everything
was revolving around him,
even her.
Though years of distance lay between,
they were exactly alike,
akin to one another in all but one
fatal flaw.
The sun told her to throw herself at his feet
and begged for lust and love,
but she refused and was cast off into the dark,
infinite blackness.
Shrouded in cold and wrestling with fear
she begged for another for help,
and an invisible force moved in
to steal his breath.
The explosion was great, far it was heard,
but it was all a trick,
the sun, with his fickle, unruly heart,
became a black hole.
Nothing was spared, nothing was saved
from this evil, all light had gone
except a glimmer from somewhere new
where restoration would begin.