cast me into darknessMature

I am the sweltering summer sun.
I will burn you if you do not heed my warnings;
I will melt your flesh into a puddle at your feet
and make you wish for spontaneous combustion.

You are the fickle autumnal moon.
You will disappear behind the shadows when it suits you;
you will haunt my evening like a specter
and you will cast me in darkness at your pleasure.

The End

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