Gold Bars and Corn Fields

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.