- -SUN- -
Ah, how quickly the moon comes to steal the sky.
When, at last, the sun begins to retire from its post, bright and full in presence, the moon then comes both swiftly and quickly to take its rightful position.
The wolves, fiercely chasing each other through the sky- the sun and moon.
And the moon, waiting contentedly- an ornament hung importantly on a tree- until, inevitably, the sun arises yet again.
Like those of a Phoenix, the sun spreads its fiery wings to stain the sky a deep crimson, and banishes the moon from sight.
The sun is his hope.
Only one thing is certain to him- one hundred percent. That certainty is that the sun will rise, one more time.
Whether he is there to see it, or not.
- -Fin- -
