Of the Sun and Moon

by speckledsparrow

Romano writes a poem about him and his brother.

You, my brother, are the sun.

You, who shines so brightly.

You, who is never remembered as who you are

You, who is lighter in every way compared to I

You, with personality as warm as fire

But so many forget that fire also brings death.

We are opposites

I, myself, am the moon

I, who is often never known as who I truly am

I, who holds the darkest part of our country

I, who is seen as harsh and cold

I, with the pale, pale silver light that is so dim compared to your brilliance

But so many forget that there are stars too.

Yet, with all our differences, we cannot exist without each other

If there was only sun, the Earth would burn to ashes

If there was only moon, the Earth would die in darkness

You cannot have the day without night, nor night without day.

But, only we seem to remember that.

Veneziano, my brother, is the sun, and Romano, myself, the moon.