You shine, you shine
Upon the earth
Thank you for
Your blissful worth.

Thank you for
Your swaying light
Which sticks with us
Until the night.

To grace the sky
Your foe awaits
Until, until
It does get late.

The battle begins
With both in view
You’re jealous of him
He’s jealous of you.

One must die
One folds their cards
And when one falls
One falls down hard.

The other becomes
The God of the sky
The only object
To grace the eye.

A daily battle
To reign the high
He can not share
Someone must die.