The earth-mother speaks ancient tales of a light so bright it would collapse buildings and immolate entire cities. 

A pull so great entire oceans would move,

A blanket so soft it would coat the entire sky.

The sun is envious.

Embers flare into oblivious peaks and soak the sky in colour;

A glorious painting for his beloved.

Selene.

His masterworks only visible with her guiding light. 

And the stars attempt to speak,

Shouting jealous remarks of her beauty.

Every word brought down to a twinkle by her radiant grace.