The Queen and the Sun
The Queen in her majestic garb shivers, not from the cold, from being alone.
The spell she cast upon the land, now freezes her upon her frozen throne.
As slick as the ice, the beauty shines upon the curves of the grand castle walls.
It leaves the echo of loneliness reverberating through the sleek halls.
Gazing out at the sheet of stoned ice, the Sun is shadowed, unable to shine/
Putting her hands to her heart the tears from her eyes pour like red wine.
Tears are a treasured thing for they bring warmth to the coldest touch.
As the tears filled the castle, the heat rose and warmed the sun so much.
A hole in the sky where the Sun shined through was a torch upon the ground.
Then the frozen world melted fiercely and water flooded all around.
The Queen was surprised, the power of the golden orb, the Sun did live,
She asked the Sun to show her magic, the Sun responded, spring it did give.
The life did grow from the thawed soil of the earth, green grass sprung.
The flowers were a gift , a treasure, to show her how life has yet begun.
Sitting on her wooden throne, a trellis of red rose vines surrounding,
Wanting and craving more from the Sun, the Queen became demanding.
The Sun heated up as fast as her rays would keep up, she stirred all of nature.
Heat, so intense, sweat began to pour, the Queens thoughts were in a blur.
The Sun couldn’t keep up; it was exhausting energy to maintain the season.
Seizing the climax, chill came back into the air; lack of strength was her reason.
The Queen lay back on her throne, smelling the decay in the air, as life died.
The Sun said “I’m sorry, your highness, you wanted too much, I tried”
In her sadness the Queens let frozen teardrops fall, turning everything cold.
This is the story of the seasons, one of many that, I, the Moon have told.