Early in the morning hours, behind the horizon hid the sun,
prepared for another sunrise, but this time with a little fun.
It waited for the moon to dip down a little low towards the rim
and pounced right out to grab a hold and sink its tendrils in.
Luna melted into sludge burning sickly, ashen black.
The moon, betrayed, let out a scream and a terrifying crack,
By midday the deed was done, the sun swollen with pride,
while scientists and astronomers on Earth were terrified.
As they puzzled over scales and measurements of space,
the sun chuckled to itself about the confusion on their face.
The humor of the spheres is slow, plodding and meticulous,
and to think that we're the audience, is frankly, quite ridiculous.