Unholy Union

The sun exist as a light to the world, a living breathing constellation in the middle of our solar system flowing in a near-stationary manner. Or at least it is in an astronomical point of view. In poetic symbolism the sun is a light hailing life in the daytime, surrounded by clear blue skies and puffed-up clouds, often white in color. Yet have we ever considered the sun as a being? As an entity? As one of Apollo’s children as depicted in ancient myths?

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From a distance, it stared at the night sky and its plethora of stars, dark and lovely, cold to the skin yet warm to the heart. It had a strong desire to grasp it, yet it was of no avail, for he was a prince of the daytime, and his love for the lady of the night was nought but forbidden.

Betrothed was the sun in a royal matrimony to the princess of the clouds, a lady of fine grooming and great nobility. Yet she was not what the sun desired. She was there, yet often not, she moved about around him without any guarantee or guile, no proof of love, simply politics, for their union would bring about a great political dynasty of those who ruled in the daylight. Politics, yes. That was the reason why the prince of light was to be wed in holy matrimony with the princess of the clouds. No other reason existed, at least not of love.

Yet the sun had no choice in the matter. The lady of the night existed in a realm parallel to his own, as the earth spun the realms switched positions, they did not cross paths nor did they intertwine. Only a glimpse, a brief sight, would have made both worlds visible to each other, the moments when the sun sets into the horizon, when day turns to night, as well as when the dawn breaks and the sun returns to bring light to a fraction of the world, a part of his daily routine. It was in these moments when the sun first saw a glimpse of her, in the setting of the very first day, and from that day on she would forever take his heart, without knowing so.

The lady of the night had only lived to know the stars, to embrace them in their many forms, small flickering lights in the distance guiding the angels back to the heavens, guiding sailors so they would not be lost at sea. Her duty was to her world, and her heart was of her own. She walked her realm with dignity, and only that. She realized she was alone, yet she did not care, at least she was not given the luxury to do so.

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One day, the universe had stopped spinning. A stellar conflict between heavenly bodies began and the rulers of daytime and the night met each other, each with disgust for neither of them understood what they saw for they were not alike, they were creatures of rival upbringings.

Like a tale of Rome and Juliet, the prince of light had snuck out of his palace in the day to gaze upon the realm of night. The sun slowly seeped into a different world, a world he saw everyday yet had never touched, a dark world filled with stars and dark hollow space. No clouds, at least none which were white of nature. He was far away from the kin of his betrothed companion. Slowly the sun searched for his heart’s calling, passing through the abyss with light speed, shifting through an unknown heaven, different from those around him, until finally, he saw her, the woman who had filled his dreams, the lady in dark. However unlike the Shakespearian tale we all know and love, the sun was not greeted with loving arms by the one she admires, but instead by a question, and a startled expression. The very woman he loves and wanted to give his heart to had no idea who he was.

The lady of the night had seen the sun with an expression of confusion and interest, this had at least kept the sun’s spirits up. She saw his shine as ‘unique’, similar to the stars she had nurtured all these years, but different somehow. She felt warm in his presence, and showed an interest to know more. The sun told tales of the daytime realm, of a life full of light, yet a life of false happiness for shrouded by the clouds were intrigues of power and politics, a desire to rule over those who lived on earth. In his realm he was surrounded by lights and clouds and clear blue skies, yet he never found any calm for them, only reserve. He told her he felt lonely in his realm, only to be replied by a question, of what loneliness meant.

“It is a feeling of existence where we do not exist, where nothing and no one reached out to us, of a cold sense of living like all the life in the world had forsaken us. A feeling that ceases to exist, for every gaze I have of you”

The lady of the night grew a wide smile on her dark face. She told him she had not known the word, yet she said that was what she felt before the sun introduced himself to her life. Caring for the stars and feeling their love in return was what kept her happy, and yet she still felt incomplete.

It is as if destiny played its hand, their forms touched and join in a brief union, a sudden burst of passion engulfed them and then silence. The universe saw in awe as an unholy union between beings of two realms joined and created a new heavenly body. Yet their union created death, a dead orb in the night sky, and by the time they had shared their love the universe began to spin again, flinging the prince of light back to his realm of day.

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Apart. This was the fate of the two who broke the law of nature, of two whose union created a dark being of an unknown nature, who flung around the earth so that it would survive the cold of space. The moon had been born by their union, and it was only this creation of their which could tie them to each other, only indirectly.

The sun was imprisoned to a corner in the universe, to be surrounded by constellations of planets, punished to survive in the harshness of space in eternal servitude, hailed falsely only by ignorant mortals. To his own kin, he was a disgrace, a being who betrayed their trust, most of all to the princess of the clouds who cried for forty days and nights which one day sank the earth, nearly causing an extinction of its denizens. His light, however, shone so bright in his maturity that it reflected upon the surface of his offspring, making the moon shine in the middle of the night sky, giving a better and clearer light for those who are forsaken into loneliness in the middle of the night.

As for the lady, her sadness was only brief, for she knew she had a job to do. The stars she nurtured reminded her of her brief moment with the prince of light, yet it was etched in her memory for eternity. She now had the moon to accompany her, for each time loneliness crept into her heart the glimpse of the sun’s rays reflecting on its grey surface gave her the strength to carry on.

There are times, however, when they both are rejoined. The universe would cease again from a brief moment, aligning itself to a central line as if an arrow pointing to the sun. At these times, the moon would join in, aligning itself with its father, blotting out his light from the world. The first eclipse happened when the sun and the night sky united and gave birth to the moon. Thus for every time an eclipse occurs, the sun sees a glimpse of his dearly beloved, a glimpse of them in the past, of that fateful occurrence, when the universe had ceased to spin.

And so, as time passes, the universe continues its bidding, expanding into and ever-powerful abyss filled with stars and heavenly bodies, of realms parallel to each-other, and for every second that passes by the sun awaits the moment father time decides to end his reign, so he may be released from his binds to see his dearly beloved, and feel each other’s embrace until time itself ceases to exist.