The Celestial Outcast — A Poem

Poem by siamese

Photo by Kyle Johnson on Unsplash

The sun is rising from the west ,

But the moon is also trying to do its best.

The shine of sun is all over the sky,

Making every wanderer look above atleast twice.

The moon is just there with its lowkey light ,

While dwelling in the dark night .

The wanderer doesn’t seem to think he’s bright ,

Because frankly , he’s just out of the sight.

The sun’s brightness resembles that big glowy candle ,

While the moon is just not part of anybody’s scandal,

Which everyone thinks he can’t even handle.

The holy priest waits for the sun to rise ,

when our poor moon just dies with cries ,

And the priest just lies that the moon wasn’t very wise.

The moon has tried twice and he can’t anymore be nice ,

And honestly that was very wise.