Tinkling trails of sunlight shine as golden threads brought in to bright focus by high hills that cause shadows to grow. As I push the sun over the horizon the first bite of night follows reclaiming a forgotten kingdom, my subjects welcome in a new dark dawn.
blue sky finally deepens to black as the sun topples over into an unknown beyond, it's gone until my brothers pull it back up again.
This is a constant conflict between us, light has no place in my world. I can't stand its clarity pushing everything into the open revealing and shaming secrets that should lay silent, sly and alone.
So when they are done pulling and groaning with pointless effort to put that intrusive star back into my sky im always lurking, looking for an opportunity to give it a little push...