15 September 2012
In the sky the sun lies, Waiting for a fight, Sending clouds as his spies, To battle stars night,
He's piercing our skin, And he's blinding our eyes, Throwing out light as if we were a bin, And still we cherish all his lies,
But once the fight comes, The sun has to give in, The moon light numbs, And she makes it dim.
His Sun • Opuss № I