Become

He was born from the galaxy,

Beautiful and bright.

The smoke trails couldn't fog over

His powerful starlight.

Then came the dark,

Then came the moon,

Then came the blackened purple sky--

Then came the shade,

Then came the clouds,

Then came the night.

And he hid away in a brighter place

And kept secret his glow

Until he met the summer sun,

Who told him all he knows--

"You're bright and fair, a match for me,

But sky the sky, we cannot.

Your rays are cold and glistening,

While mine are burning hot."

They made arrangements then and there

To coexist together--

The night and day they'd split to share,

And thus,

The birth of Venus.