The Sun and the Moon.
The sun is always trying its level best to be there for the Moon, trying to lend her warmth, trying to shoo away her darkness with his scorching powerful rays. But, and yes like for everything else in the swirling cosmos, there is a but, a pause. For despite the benevolent Sun and his beams, and despite the considerate stars glowing upon her, she still had a side of her so dark, neither could shine on it. And she had a side of her so cold, that not even the Sun's scathing, blistering heat or red-hot flames could burn it. Oddly enough the only ones she even lets in, get close to her, are the Clouds. She lets only those little puffs of refreshing coolness touch her, and they in turn swaddle her in blankets of tender care, allowing her rest from gazing long at the terrible sights that Night brings, with her wide sable black wings and cold steel-like claws. They don't mind the dark bits, after all, they too have a darkness in them. They too have such a dark edge to them that some...
