Two sisters sleeping, rotating. In the cosmos.
Their souls are colder than the frozen evening frost.
Only able to meet once every three hundred and eighty five years.
Sol shall evaporate the solitary tears.
Cruithne is sought by a dark, powerful entity.
It wants to tear her soul apart with its torturous gravity.
It finds her. She screams, but it is in silence.
Her celestial spirit is combusted in the transference.
Her soul is now hotter than the burning lava.
It is now lost forever.
There now remains only one sister. The lonely Luna.
The oh so lonely Luna. Alone for all of forever.
For all eternity.
But what is eternity?
Only thirty four billion years.
One sister sleeping, rotating. In the cosmos.
Her soul is colder than the frozen evening frost.
She will no longer meet her sibling in the three hundred and eighty years.
Sol can no longer evaporate the solitary tears.
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I do hope you enjoy my poem. 3nodding If you don't know what Cruithne is, it's an asteroid that orbits the Earth once every 385 years. wink 
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