Return today to me, let yesterday be undone

This last child of Helios, last blood drop of the sun.

My brother was to be the hero, I was a lonely spare

A daughter without purpose, spilling wine without a care.

For generations my kin fought hard for their victory

While I rotted hopeless, with nothing good in me.

When the moons army woke, my brother whispered in my ear

But I’d have no part in his story, this spoiled girl made of fear.

At last and too late he wished me at his side

But I was absent when his army stumbled, and was taken by the tide.

The moons army is a menace that swore to escape the night

Turning villages to ashes and then swallowing the light.

I have lived selfish and too long as all cowards will

Now corpses that were heroes swing in chains upon the hill.

The moon hates the day for no good summer is ever cold

The moon is jealous as I was, with a pettiness endless old.

Celene has always wished to kill the sun, to drink the blood of war

And so I took the armor off my brother and lay his body at the shore.

So return today to me, let yesterday be washed from the land

This last daughter of Helios who hesitated. Who finally has to stand.

My brother’s sword is heavy, but against the dusk I race

This spare wishing for redeeming, banishing the moon back to his place.

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