Story of the Skies

Like a charming angel,
The golden sunlight flew,
To tear apart the dawning,
And split apart the blue:
Like a wily devil,
the crimson moonbeam played,
And ripped apart the sunlight
With greedy, bloody rays.
"I'd have you hung and cornered!"
The painful sunbeam cried;
"The promises you hand me!"
The nasty moon replied---
And then the little cloudheads
Came up to bless the rue
And banished all the starlight
To cold and nightly dew.
So you may now admonish
The sky for being true:
And all because the dawning
Came up to bless the blue.