Where a world that lived for merely one day
There breathed two mages—a white and a black.
When beauteous Sun began its matinee,
The black farmed cornfields while white took the yield
Out of megalomania ‘gainst th’ Sun.
So the white mage turned the corn into gold
While the black mage lost power to defy;
Because the white only lived for the day
While the black was the offspring of the night.
At midday so pow’rful was the brighter
That he ate gold to match against the heavens.
But some gold the dark mage-farmer required
For the cornfields’ abundance of produce.
And so the white mage consented to give
Though selfish that largesse was but reduced.
As the Sun scorched, the latter ‘came famished
As ear by ear of corn passed by his hands
To the white’s belly, already heavy.
Where a world that lived until the Sun set,
There short-lived the glimmers of gold and white,
Who noted the curse and needed the Sun
And tried to chase already-fading light.
But o heaviness! The Sun was faster
But no longer shall it return after!
So night engulfed him and the fields shall rest
While night took the black as they chased the Sun;
Because the white only lived for the day
While the black was the offspring of the night.
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