the Tale of the Eclips'd Sun

The Raven on the high bough
Recites this poem in Celtic runes:
This is the tale of love,
That left behind a Crescent Moon!

There now appear the Dragons of the Dark
Summoned by the Dark Lord, the curs'd.
He used blood, bones, trapped souls and spark
To enhance his power and quench his thirst.

Eternal darkness is his evil seed;
His need is to bring down the Heaven's light.
He sent his dragons on the Sun, to feed.
Anxious and furious, he clenched his fist tight.

On went the fight between the Sun and the dragons;
But weakened by a failed love, a broken heart
He let down his gaurd and be wounded by daggers.
Memories flooded, of his love being taken apart.

A dragon, sinched by the flame: a wounded pride,
Swallowed the Sun, in dark fury and detest.
Swiftly flew an arrow right through dragon's hide,
Tore through the heart and put him to rest.

The Sun limped out; an eternity elapsed.
To his help came Luna, the archer
Holding him in her embrace, eclipse'd.
The Legend goes on, forever!

The Raven on the high bough
Recites this poem in Celtic runes:
This is the legend of how,
The Sun was eclipsed by the Moon!

                                        Raven
                                         & Teddy Bear.