The day ascends, the night is done,
And sobbing sullies Summer Sun.
So through the darkened halls I flow
Unseen, like you, by everyone.

[i]Whose tears these are I think I know.[/i]
[i]My lovely moon, I see your glow.[/i]


So frail, pale, wan and fey,
A candle lit at peak of day.
(What lunacy's behind your shine?
Loyalty? Naivete?)

[i]Come, comfort in my umbral shrine[/i]
[i]In Sol-less solace sprawl, recline.[/i]


Love, let the void between the stars
Recharge receded reservoirs
And purge the guilt and stanch the bleed:
Love, let the shadows seal your scars.

[i]There is no shame in greater need.[/i]
[i]Perhaps, my love, you should secede—[/i]


—Oh, how you flinch! Oh, how you glare!
I'm sorry, love, I shall forbear.
Your sister's bond you'll never break—
If only she displayed such care.

[i]I sense a deep and ancient ache.[/i]
[i]We must address it for your sake.[/i]


I feel her name, love, burn your throat;
Let shadow be your antidote.
Let numbing darkness salve the pain
Of every inch of lovely coat.

[i]Expunge the insults of her reign[/i]
[i]Till nothing but calm dark remain.[/i]


My honeysuckle-darkened lips
Sing sweetened words of long eclipse
Until you smile in harmony;
My honey, suckle darkened lips,

[i]And drink my love; you can be free[/i]
[i]With only, only, only me.[/i]


Then kiss me deeper, tongue athrust,
And let restraint dissolve in lust.
Clench and whimper, clutch and moan,
Arch your back—surrender—trust—

[i]And let me show you how you've grown.[/i]
[i]Remember you deserve the throne.[/i]


Forget her sun's cruel hold of space,
And—body whole in my embrace—
Love, let me lick your bitter tears
To cleanse your flawless nightmare face.

[i]The moment of your justice nears.[/i]
[i]Won't it be sweet to hear their cheers?[/i]


Yes, justice. Justice! Long denied!
We must release what sleeps inside.
All those who care will understand—
Your foes will end up terrified.

[i]Foes? Of course! Was this not planned,[/i]
[i]To see you shrink and Sun expand?[/i]


I feel you tremble at my touch.
My rage, my love: is it too much?
It's only there on your behalf,
To know that they mistreat you such.

[i]You suffer so! How can they laugh?[/i]
[i]We'll craft from it an epitaph.[/i]


Your sister feels the secret thrill
Of scorch and sear and burn and kill;
Why should she be the only one?
Tenfold we'll give it back until

[i]They rue the day they chose the Sun![/i]

[i]My love, my sweet,[/i]

[color="white"]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/color] [i]won't this be[/i] fun?





(Author's Note: [url="https://www.fimfiction.net/story/329054/only-only-only-you"]With respect and/or apologies to Corejo[/url] [url="https://writeoff.me/fic/3903-Only-Only-Only-You"][*][/url].)